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zorollade · 2 years

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ok im having a delete your art moment so heres what i managed to write of chapter 3 of the Actual devotion fic before i decided it was absolutely terrible and im starting over . literally just posting so i can reference it in like an hour if needed

There was something strangely familiar about Emmet that Volo couldn’t quite place.

He was certain he’d never met Emmet before. His coat was stark white with conspicuous stripes, his voice was very unique in its flatness, and he was shockingly tall. He moved in a very animated way that seemed decidedly memorable. And Volo was very good at remembering customers; if he’d encountered Emmet before, he would know.

Still, something was hauntingly familiar about the man in white.

Perhaps it was his face? Something about his eyes? They were certainly strange as well… his irises were crystalline, so silver they were almost white. They seemed to catch any sort of light, as if they were glowing. And his pupils- well, logically speaking, they couldn’t have been any smaller than normal, but the stark color of his eyes made his pupils look like pinpoints. Really, looking at Emmet’s eyes for very long made Volo feel somewhat unsettled. Good thing that Emmet seemed very uninterested in returning eye contact.

It wasn’t that Emmet’s smile never reached his eyes; if his cheerfulness was an act, then he was an excellent actor. No, it was simply that, no matter what expression rested on his face, no matter how striking his grin, Emmet’s glassy eyes remained in an uncanny, vacant stare.

He was sure he’d seen those eyes somewhere before. Something about that stare… who could it be?

Volo didn’t spend overly long thinking about it. He had other issues at hand, such as his sudden arrival in a strange place, his missing bag and Pokeballs, and the assortment of Pokemon that seemed one misstep away from ripping Volo’s throat out.

Volo hadn’t even seen most of them immediately, other than the Zoroark. It was only when he moved that four more seemed to materialize out of thin air- a Lucario, seated right next to Emmet, a Sneasler that actively remained just out of Volo’s line of sight, a small Gallade who stood like a statue before the door- and a Pokemon that Volo had never seen before.

It was around the size of a Raichu, if Volo had to guess. It looked like a bird, with wings and feathers, but it seemed much more reptile-like than most birds. It clambered up Emmet, then up some posts along the walls, pacing around the small house in three dimensions.

All of said Pokemon were clearly on edge. The feeling was mutual; it had been quite some time since Volo’s humiliating defeat atop Mount Coronet (not a defeat, really. Just a… setback in his plan), and he still didn’t fully understand Akari’s way with Pokemon. Even when tamed, they were powerful, dangerous animals. And here Emmet was, letting five fully evolved Pokemon cramp up his house? Lunacy.

Then there was the tiny green one. Volo was pretty sure it was a Pokemon as well, another one he’d never seen before. Where the others were overly cautious, the little fairy was friendly, twirling around Volo and Emmet both and tugging at Volo’s hair. It was a little annoying.

Volo’s attempts so far at making small talk had been wholly unsuccessful. Emmet seemed content to sit in silence, which Volo could not stand for. He had far, far too many questions, such as where the hell am I? Who are you? How did I get here? and what’s with the bird and the onion?

Oh, sure, it wasn’t as if Emmet was intentionally brushing Volo off, per se, but every answer he had seemed scripted to be as short and vague as possible. Anything he said only gave Volo more questions. The longest sentence he’d said so far had been eight words- Volo had counted.

That being said, sitting in silence was far worse than pestering a stranger as politely as he could manage. Well, not total silence; Volo could hear waves nearby, which meant they were on a beach somewhere. But his point still stood.

“So, Emmet,” Volo said casually. Staying calm was key to staying in control. Amicable and aloof. Friendly. “I’m afraid I have no idea where we are.”

Emmet made a sound in his chest, a sort of deep rumble. He’d done it a few times now. Volo wasn’t quite sure what it meant.

“And, well, I suppose you would have some clue, living here and all,” Volo continued.

Emmet nodded. “Yup.”

Sinnoh, this man was infuriating. “So, where are we?”

Emmet cocked his head and smiled curiously. “Why don’t you know. You showed up in my house.” The words implied a question, but there was very little vocal flange to the way he said it. Volo guessed he was genuinely asking.

“An astute observation, my friend,” Volo laughed. This part was easy. The clumsy, well-meaning stranger who needed a bit of help. “I’m afraid I don’t know that, either. Last I checked, I was nowhere near any village or town. I’m as surprised to be here as you are.”

The little onion was bugging Volo again. Rigorous self-control kept him from swatting the thing as it tried to pull the tie out of his hair again. Volo readjusted his hat so it sat over his bun. The awful little insect started messing with his hat instead.

“We’re in Jubilife,” Emmet said, watching the green devil and making no effort to help.

Thank Sinnoh that Volo knew what that meant, or else it would just be another infuriating, vague-

What?

Volo leaned back. “Jubilife? Jubilife village? Home of the Galaxy Team?”

“Yup,” Emmet said. “Where were you.”

Oh, here and there. The details didn’t matter.

“I haven’t been near this part of Hisui in quite a few years,” Volo said.

Seriously, how did he get here? Was this some sort of revenge scheme from Giratina? Was Volo being bullied cosmically by an angry god? That would be a pretty big apricorn in the mill grinder. Volo had a scheme going, here, after all, and this whole day so far was throwing all his hard work out the window.

Was that meddlesome kid still in town? If she was, she’d probably have Kamado clap Volo in iron before noon, considering he’d confessed to causing the whole almost-apocalypse thing before their fight. In his own defense, he’d been… admittedly overconfident in his victory.

Certainly she’d had great, almighty Arceus send her home by now.

Arceus. Volo had completely forgotten already. That weird dream he’d had, his sudden teleportation, this weird man in white-

Wait! Man in white? Volo had heard that somewhere before. There it was again, that strange sensation, like Volo was just on the verge of remembering something. Emmet seemed so uncannily familiar… who was it…

It hit Volo like an avalanche. That warden! What was his name- Indigo? Ingo! The one in the black coat, who had amnesia. Yes, he looked nearly identical to Emmet! Hadn’t he said something about a man in white?

Was it Emmet? That was a silly question. Of course it was, it had to be! They were so similar, they must have been twins.

If so, Ingo clearly was the one blessed with social skills. Volo hadn’t had many chances to speak to him, but he still got the feeling that Ingo was a very charming sort of fellow, once you got past the… intimidating stature. And the hollow stare. And the stony grimace.

He’d had a nice sort of conversation with the warden, anyways. Nothing much more than pleasantries, but Volo was a busy man those days. Ingo seemed nice enough.

And here was his apparent twin brother, who, despite his handsome grin, seemed incredibly aloof and very disinterested in helping. (Or maybe Volo was just projecting. He’d admit that to himself.)

Volo bit the inside of his cheek. He needed to get his thoughts together. This was not the time to overthink.

Arceus. He’d had a dream, and Arceus had come to him. What had it said? His heart was lacking something? Repair what had been broken? Volo definitely remembered the back-handed threat of death if he didn’t do whatever he was supposed to.

Whatever it had meant, Emmet was the key. Volo needed to win him over, do whatever job they had to do, and then he could finally, finally reach his goal. Arceus. Oh, he was so tantalizingly close. Who knew that losing would bring him this far?

The evil green Pokemon managed to kick Volo’s hat off his head. He snatched it out of the air on impulse, then immediately thought better of it. Not a good place to slip up.

“Please stop doing that,” Volo said as patiently as possible, releasing the little shallot gently and fixing his hat again. “Emmet, what is this?”

The little Pokemon made a face at him. The incredibly dark rings around its eyes made its scowl much more terrifying than it had any right to be.

“That’s Bibi,” Emmet said.

Bibi made a series of high-pitched chattering noises, which was pretty standard for a Pokemon. What wasn’t standard was the strange white thing on its arm- which Volo had assumed was just part of it. The thing spat an awful, screechy noise, and then started speaking.

“My name is Celebi,” it said. “I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Okay,” Emmet said.

“You’re still thinking it, I can tell! Quit it!” Celebi darted over and kicked the brim of Emmet’s hat. Through what must have been some sort of magical power, it stayed on his head.

Celebi. Celebi? Volo had heard that name before. It was one he hadn’t looked very hard into, as he’d discovered it shortly before the fateful legend of Sinnoh in that library when he was much younger, but… Celebi. That was a mythical Pokemon from another region.

If Volo recalled correctly, and he was fairly sure he did, then Celebi was a Pokemon that held some sort of dominion over time. Not to the extent that Dialga did, but Celebi had the ability to travel through time at will.

A time travel Pokemon. That… could be useful. Really, it could be very useful indeed.

What was it that Arceus had said in his dream? Fix the… sands of time? Was Celebi part of that?

Okay, another stupid question. Obviously, Celebi was part of it, or else it wouldn’t be here. Volo really needed to get his head on straight.

He allowed himself a moment to rest his face in his hands. Surely, that would be understandable to the room, if misunderstood. This was all so much, so quickly. Volo was out of practice in rolling with so many punches. He needed to get them back on track.

“So,” he said. “Arceus brought me here, I suppose. To find you, Emmet, and Celebi. Do I have that right so far?”

“I am Emmet,” Emmet said. He shrugged. “You are Volo. Arceus has a mission for us.”

Six words. Close to the record. Also, as usual, very unhelpful.

“And what mission would that be?” Volo asked. “I’m afraid Arceus didn’t make it very clear.”

Emmet tilted his head, a thoughtful furrow to his brow. “Um. Something about fixing things in time. That’s why Bibi’s here.”

“So… we have to time travel?” Volo guessed.

Celebi had given up enacting its wrath on Emmet, and decided to plop back down into the Zoroark’s fur instead. “Duh,” it said. It waved its arm in the air, displaying the strange device. “This thing isn’t just for talking. It’ll let me take you wherever you need to go.”

“How will we know where that is?” Volo asked. Would there be more strange dreams in the future?

Celebi chimed. “It’ll tell me. It’s bugging me right now, but I don’t think you’re ready to go yet.”

Emmet nodded before Volo could raise another question. “Gotta pack,” he said. “Seems like it’ll be a long adventure. So we should be prepared.”

“Indeed,” Volo said. “...You wouldn’t happen to know where my bag is, by any chance, would you?”

“Nope,” Emmet said with a cheerful smile. “I’ll get you a new one. Stay here.” He stood and dusted himself off unnecessarily. For some reason, the various Pokemon began glancing between Volo and the door. Did they think he was going to try and make a break for it? Volo had a funny feeling he’d be some sort of arrested if he showed up in Jubilife.

Emmet’s Gallade gave a trilling cry as he opened the door. Emmet patted its shoulder, then left. As the door closed, Volo suddenly became very aware that he was alone in a small house with five fully grown, intimidating Pokemon, none of which seemed to like him especially well.

Celebi danced back over to Volo. “Hey,” it said. “I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

“Really?” Volo said, eyebrows raised. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s two things,” Celebi amended. “But one of them is also kind of for Emmet. Anyways, here…” it hovered in the air, humming a strong note. The air began to vibrate and grow hot around it, quickly disorienting Volo. As quickly as it began, light refracted around Celebi, and then the room was just as it was, except there was a Pokeball sitting in Volo’s lap.

At least, he was pretty sure it was a Pokeball. It was smooth and shiny, the brilliant crimson top juxtaposed by a pristine, crisp white bottom. The sunlight through the windows sparkled off it at the smallest movement. But it was the exact size and shape of a Pokeball, and the same rough design, so surely, it must be one, right?

“Arceus said to give this to you,” Celebi said, pointing at the ball. “You need a new partner, since your old team ditched you.”

Well, that was kind of a sore topic. They didn’t leave him, per se. Volo released them himself. They had failed him when he needed them most- and he no longer had any need for them at all.

(His Togekiss had seemed… disappointed, if he were to be honest with himself. If he were a little more honest, he might even know that she was disappointed with him in particular. Unfortunately, Volo was not an honest man.)

“What is it?” Volo asked again, lifting the ball up to watch the light glint off of it. He’d expected it to be heavy, but- well, it was strange. The ball itself was very light, and seemed easy to throw; yet, it carried a sort of inexplicable weight to it. An invisible energy hovered around it, making it seem heavier than it really was. As if the creature residing within carried an unbearable weight with it.

Or, maybe it was just a heavy Pokemon.

“I dunno what it’s called,” Celebi shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to give it a name when you meet it.”

When Volo meets it. Well, that certainly wouldn’t be now. The little house was crowded enough as it was.

“You said you had something else, correct?” Volo asked. “May I see it?”

Celebi grinned. “Oh man, I’ve been so excited about it! Here, look!”

Once again, it hummed and twirled in midair. The strange refracting light and heat passed through the room, and then a bundle of clothes dropped into Volo’s hands.

“...What is this,” Volo said.

“Emmet gets a matching one,” Celebi said, giddy. “It’s so cute! You should put it on!”

Volo unfolded the clothes. It was… a uniform. A black undersuit with green stripes along the torso, baggy pants, shoes, gloves, and a cropped vest.

Volo could not help but note to himself that the uniform had Arceus’ color scheme. It agitated him more than it should have.

“Oh,” Celebi said. “Can’t forget this!”

It tapped Volo’s hat, which grew incredibly hot and then incredibly cold in the span of an instant. He ripped it off his head, and stared unblinkingly. Celebi had somehow changed the colors of his old cap, while keeping the shape and design precisely the same. It was now gray, with a green front and brim.

“I’m not putting this on,” Volo said.

“You don’t have a choice,” Celebi said, still grinning.

This entire ordeal was mortifying. And Emmet had a matching uniform? This level of ridicule would not be tolerated. Oh, sure, miscellaneous vague journeys through time with an utter stranger, Volo could play along with, but gods forbid he had to wear a stupid little costume for another second.

The Ginko Guild was bad enough. This… just, no.

“I am not putting this on,” Volo reiterated.

“Well, obviously you don’t have to do it right now,” Celebi said. Whether it truly misunderstood him or was intentionally misinterpreting him, Volo wasn’t sure. “We can take a quick detour to a gym when we get where we’re going, and you guys can change there.”

“And where are we going, again?” Volo asked.

“I’ll tell you when we get there,” Celebi said breezily.

#i just dont like this one ! gotta do it again

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jessiebanethedragon · 3 years

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 7)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter four Chapter five

Chapter Six

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Seven: The The Havoc Marauder “How did you get out of the brig?” Tech asks you the second you're out of earshot of the captain. He looks judgemental and curious, and you’re not sure you want to tell him just how you managed to escape the cell. You still do not trust them. “I got the door open.” You tell him looking around, from here the ship looks quite small, the deck isn't all too long nor is it wide, and from the captains quarters looking to the front of the vessel you can appreciate the sleeknes of the ship.

“How did you get the door open?” Tech suppresses an eye roll and you simply shrug. More interested in Crosshair in the crows nest and Wrecker hauling different sails up and down. “None of you look that much alike.” You think aloud, marveling at the first clones you’ve ever met. “We are enhanced clones.” Tech states, and you nod. That makes sense given it seems they all have vastly different personalities. You see Hunter emerge from his quarters with a frown, looking for a situation report as well as an estimated time to Alderaan. “And the captain?” You turn to Tech who is squinting through his goggles at Hunter. “He never used to be this…” Tech starts mid thought before prematurely ending his sentence to stomp over and chastise Wrecker for the sail ties. Leaving you without the promised tour of the ship and very little knowledge on what you should do with yourself in the meantime. You briefly think about exploring yourself but decide to not push your luck. “If you’re not going to help, the least you could do is stand out of our way.” A gruff voice says from behind you, making you jump, how the captain snuck behind you unnoticed is a mystery. “What would you like me to do?” You ask, hoping to be helpful and ease his wrath. His stare to you is unnerving like he is analyzing your abilities. “Go find Gonk, and see what you can make of her.” He says before stepping past you - or rather, barging by so that you leap yourself into the wall just to get out of his way. “Who’s Gonk?” You shout after him and as he turns to answer Wrecker steps in. “You’ll love her!” he exclaims, and you realize his eye patch for the first time, and the pink scarred skin that crawls into the left side of his face like a spider's web. “Follow me, little miss!” He says crossing the deck and watching your awe when you see how high up Crosshair really is in the crows nest and your smile as he wrestles with Tech who's trying to communicate with him on the ground. “What’s your name lil’ miss?” Wrecker asks, pulling you away from the marvel, much to the delight of your neck as it relaxes from the extreme angle. You give your full name and watch as he shakes his head. “I meant like your nickname, what do you like to be called?” He corrects pushing a small door open ever so slightly. You pause, you don’t really have a nickname or a short form you like. “I guess I do not have one…” you trail off, “Tech said Aaray earlier, but i have a feeling it isn’t exactly a compliment.” You press one hand into the other, a disgusting nervous habit that your father tried to rid you of. Claiming the popping sounds were unlady-like and barbaric. “I think it suits you.” Wrecker exclaims with a laugh, but quells it when he sees your distressed face. “In a good way I mean, it’s a funny nickname for you Little Miss.” “And accurate…” Crosshair comments as he goes by up the stairs you and Wrecker are currently under in order to get to the small door. “What does it mean?” you ask, thankful that the breeze has let up thanks to the alcove. And it is much less bright down here, you can actually look at Wrecker without squinting. “WRECKER!” Someone screams above you, and raises your eyebrows at the sound, which is followed immediately by a laugh from your tall companion, before he turns away and dashes up the stairs, making a thunderous sound above you. Marvelling at having been forgotten a second time, you realise that these clones- or rather men, are probably not used to company. But rather than waiting for someone to find you, you decide to push

the door open. The end of your dress is fraying, the sleeves pushed up to give you more mobility, and the sight of your hand against the oak makes you want to laugh. Your father would be mortified to see you in this state, and that thought alone allows contentment to settle in your stomach. “Gonk?” You ask, pushing the door open all the way. This room is small, the smallest you’ve seen on the ship, with no windows and the only door being the one you currently stand in. The far corner opposite that of you, sits a GNK droid, it’s legs torn apart and panels missing from what would've been its front facing port. And as you venture further in, you can hear that the droid is still humming away, still trying to generate power. Behind you the door swings shut. And in the time it takes you to turn and react to the swoosh noise, and then back to the droid a pair of eyes, mismatched in colour, appear in the darkness. You freeze staring into the little beads of colour, one Purple and one blue, they blink at you. Before disappearing again back into the droid. And through the rummaging and eating sounds, you can guess where it went. Tiptoeing back to the door, you open it again looking for something to brace it on before the creature gets away. Grumbling when you don't see anything, you unlace one of your boots and wedge it between the door and the wall, before awkwardly stepping your way back to the GNK droid. This time when the eyes appear you see the small creature's face. Mismatched white and black fur that covers its body in patches, leaving some areas bare to the world. With paws ending in claws makes you think it could be some sort of Loth cat. But as it scurries up the wall you see it’s side orientated legs, long tail, lack of ears, and most shocking of all wings. Your gasp must startle it because the next thing you know it’s leaping towards you as you let out an undignified shriek. You feel its feet on your face as it crawls up to nestle in your hair, further disturbing the fancy updo you once had. “Wrecker!” You call into the darkness, thinking about how you ended up in this predicament, one boot missing and an unknown creature in your hair. When no one answers your call, you decide to become a lot less lady-like. “WRECKER!” You shout, which disrupts the animal and causes it to crawl and sit on the small of your back. The door opens to reveal a surprised clone, probably not expecting your voice to reach such levels. And as one eyebrow raises at you when you spin to face him. “What is it, Little Miss?” He asks, and you gingerly turn around to show him your new companion. “Oh, uh… TECH.” He shouts, deciding fairly quickly that this was not within his abilities to deal with. You turn your head to give him the side eye of disapproval, before Tech, holopad in hand greets you at the doorway. “Oh.” He echoes his older brother, “this is an interesting development.” He comments on venturing into the room. “I would beg to differ.” you counter. Tensing again as it moves from you back and up into the wisps of hair at your neck. “It appears to enjoy your body heat.” He adds as it begins to nuzzle into the space where your neck and shoulder scrunch in panic. “It was in the droid.” you tell him putting emphasis on ‘in’ and how you do not want to join in with that. “Must be a relative of the Ordo Moon Dragon, except this species seems much smaller, and descends explicitly from its older feathered relatives.” “That doesn’t exactly solve my current predicament.” You murmur to yourself, turning your head further away from the speckled thing. And it makes a small noise in disapproval as it can no longer burrow into your neck. It’s a kind of ‘puurrrrl’ sound, with rolling ‘r’s and a curious emphasis on the end of the sound. And its tail brushes your cheek as it turns to face tech. Before leaping over to him and landing on his HUD portion of his goggles. You turn around freely now, watching as it begins gnawing on the HUD and licking at the glass with its translucent tongue. “As I suspected.” Tech declares unphased, “it feeds on

energy. Hence the fate of the GNK droid.” “Haha!” Wrecker chuckles, “that's why we call er’ Gonk.” “It’s not dangerous, scans say its an Alach moon dragon, similar to a Kashyyykian Gecko.” You look at him skeptically. “It’s got fur.” You comment, having poured over natural encyclopedias long enough to know that most reptiles are not, in fact, furred. “Small feathers to be exact.” Tech corrects, “perhaps a result of our run from Kamino to Geonosis…” Tech thinks aloud, reaching up to carefully remove the creature from his goggles and place it back into your hands. “What does that mean?” You enquire staring at the mini-dragon a little less scared now. “We did a supply run of genect-” “The lady doesn't need to know about that Wrecker.” Tech hisses, “have manners.”he says with a glare, you hear a muffled apology before deciding to cut in. “The lady is also tired of her own lack of knowledge.” You add, wanting to giggle at how improper you’re being, feeling like a little kid sneaking too many sweets before a meal. You smile wholeheartedly when Wrecker’s face lights up. “The Genosians have underground fighting rings that the kaminoans provide spliced animals for. Mismatched creatures to battle each other for entertainment.” Crosshair says, toeing his big brothers to the side as he catches the tail end of your conversation. He smirks when your face falls in sadness. And Tech stares at his brother, sufficanlty unimpressed with his incessant need to create chaos wherever he went. Absent-mindedly you scratch under the creature's chin in pity, feeling better when it coo’s out in enjoyment. “Shall I just work the ship myself then?” the captain's voice travels in, prompting the three clones to rush back outside and causing the dragon to startle and make its way back into your hair. Hunter leans on the frame and crosses his arms at you. “I, uh- found Gonk.” you offer him nervously. “You found a pest.” He says. “That ate our droid.” He adds looking at the remnants of the GNK. “Did you not know it was here?” You ask, wondering about what else might be lurking in the darkness. “Are you trying to undermine my position as captain?” He asks walking up to you, but with your new friend in your hair you do not want to move and disturb her. “N- no.” you answer quickly. “That's ‘no captain’ to you.” He seethes. “No captain.” you repeat firmly. Trying to steady yourself under his gaze, it’s so intense you feel like you’re swaying, but that could just be the motion of the ship. Hunter smells like a fireplace in a blizzard, something sharp, Smokey and warm. You blink at him, doing your best to stare eye to eye. He looks at you for just a second longer than what one would call normal, before plucking Gonk out of your hair and leaving the room with her in his grasp.

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dragontribeadventures · 3 years

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Hi! I have a beardie and I have a few questions if you don’t mind! I saw a video where your beardie was outside and I was just wondering if you’re ever worried that they’ll try to run off? I would love to be able to take my beardie outside but I’m terrified that he would run away, and I’m disabled so I wouldn’t be able to catch him. I’ve looked at strings harnesses that you can make, but when I put one on him it looked like if he wiggled around enough he could just slip out of it. Do you have any advise? Please feel free to ignore this if you want! I have other questions but I don’t want this to get too long or to bother you

@alexsian I think it probably depends on what you are comfortable with. I never took Aries off leash as a baby because he was fast and liked to run around. Now that he is older though I will take him out in my backyard off leash because he normally mostly just eats plants and does a few short sprints. The fence also does a decent job of blocking him in (though I wouldn’t trust it unsupervised). If you aren’t confident in being able to contain your beardy if they get spooked though there are other options! I’ve seen a lot of people use puppy play pens or build their own outdoor enclosures (they don’t have to be super big either if the goal is just to let them have natural sunlight) I’ve also seen people use tall kid pools though they can jump out of those if they really try (it does slow them down though and give you time to react) and even rabbit hutches.

The last three pictures are the outdoor run I built for the animals that I can’t trust outside (looking at you Damascus👀). But all are valid options. Harnesses are also a good option and lizard loverz on Etsy sells some really nice ones that I’ve found to fit better than the pet store ones as long as you follow the sizing chart. They also make cute dragon wing options.

Also don’t worry about bothering me. I love talking about reptiles.

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futurebicon · 3 years

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Carolina

Marine Biologist AU that no one asked for but I wrote because I miss my second home. Probably two parts.

Very brief mention of a family members death

"Hi welcome to-" Leo stopped his normal speech when he was met with the two most gorgeous men he had ever laid eyes on. "Welcome to the Fort Fisher aquarium. I'm your tour guide Leo and this is Regulus." He somehow managed to snap out of his shock even though the greeting was all muscle memory.

“Two guides. Must be special." The red haired one laughed a laugh that made doves fly. "I'm Finn." He shook their hands.

"That and both of us wanted a break from sticky children trying to swim with the sharks and gators." Reg smiled.

"Sharks? Like ocean sharks? And ocean alligators?" The shorter one asked in shock and a lot more than a sprinkle of fear.

'Fuck he's adorable' Leo swore internally. "Alligators are typically fresh water reptiles but if you are asking if they are real sharks and alligators, than no. They're they’re hyperealalistic mechanical sculptures." He kept a straight face.

"Cute and funny." Finn flashed him a smile after another angelic laugh.

Leo had to remind himself to not die right then and there.

“Don't worry, Logan" Finn told the other one. "I'll protect you from the scary teeth, baby."

Now Leo was sad.

“Oh yeah, right after you stop ogling over our hot tour guide."

Now Leo was slightly less sad and confused.

“Actually." Regulus pulled out his phone. "Our manager just texted and said he needs someone in the gift shop. Have fun." He left with a pat on Leos back.

Leo glared as he walked away, they didn't get texts from anyone for any assignment. Hence the walkie talkies on their belt loops.

“So, follow me and we can start the tour." +++

“This is our 235,000 gallon tank." Leo stood over top of the two story tall tank. In here we have our eagle rays, round stingrays, whiptail stingrays, hammerhead sharks, sandbar sharks, sand tiger sharks, hammerhead sharks. We also have two moray eels and an abundance of fish including shanks and groupers. And a personal favorite, Sheldon the green sea turtle.” Leo stood on the rusted grate with ease as if he didn’t care about the hammerhead only a few feet away from his toes.

“Um, this is great and all but can we not stand on the edge without a railing?” Logan stayed as far away as he could an the 2 feet wide walkway.

“You’re completely safe don’t worry.” Leo flashed a reassuring smile.

“Okay yeah but-”

“Stop being a baby, Lo.” Finn poked his side.

“I’m sorry I’m scared of falling into a 23 foot deep death cylinder filled with sharks.” Logan defended himself.

“Alright we can go officially start the tour.” Leo laughed. “But we do have to walk across the tank.”

“We what?” Logan asked.

“It’s okay. Just don’t look down.” He decided to risk a wink.

“Listen to the hot guide, babe.” Finn kissed Logan’s cheek. “I’ll hold your hand.”

“I love you, Harzy. But I do not trust you enough to not try and scare me.”

“I promi- no I don’t. Fine.” Finn whined when his plans were spoiled.

“Alright, let’s go.” Leo laughed.

They got across the walkway with only a few exaggerated wobbles to scare Logan. And a very grumpy Logan when Leo told him there was another way around the tank.

+++

“So here we have our bald eagle Maverick.” Leo walked up to the opened enclosure. “He’s five years old and has been here since he was two. He was found on the side of the road nearly starved after being hit by a car. If you look at his left wing you can see it juts out a little. That is due to the bones fusing together incorrectly and it makes him unable to ever fly again.” He recited the well known script.

“Poor baby” Finn stuck his bottom lip out.

Leo blinked away the urge to kiss the sad look off his face.

“If we walk up here you can see the aquariums prized possession.” Leo smiled. “Luna the albino Alligator.”

“Oh my god.” Finn hurried over to the glass.

“She looks like you, lover. Pale as fuck.” Logan teased.

“Luna is one of just 100 recorded albino alligators world wide.”

“World wide?” Logan asked in shock.

“Yeah. It’s an extremely rare genetic mutation and due to the inability to hide from predators they’re numbers are next to zero. Very soon they’ll be no more albino gators.”

“What happened to that alligators toes?” Logan pointed at the dark green alligator.

“That’s Gantur. He still hasn’t learn that Luna’s the leader.”

“She bit them off?” Logan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t underestimate her. Ready to continue?”

+++

“This is my favorite exhibit.” Leo’s face lit up as they walked up to the touch pool.

“Touch anything as long as you use two fingers and don’t pick anything up.”

“Are those stingrays?” Finn pointed towards the end of the touch pool.

“Yeah. They’re still babies and their stingers have been trimmed. Their barbs are like thumbnails and can be clipped monthly without any harm.”

“What are those?”

Leo’s face lit up impossibly more.

“These are horseshoe crabs.” He held onto one of the dark greenish brown banjo shaped creature.

“They are also called living fossils due to the fact that they haven’t evolved at all since the dinosaurs, around 450 million years. It’s mostly due to the fact that they didn’t need anything added or taken away for survival. They were made perfectly. Now their tails.” He pointed to the long stick like end as it moved around with the help of what looked like scaley gills. “Most people look at it and think it will hurt. But it won’t hurt at all. They are extremely, extremely clumsy and use the long tail to flip themselves back over.”

“Sounds like you.” Finn kissed Logan.

“Rude.” Logan scoffed.

“Horseshoe crabs aren’t actually crabs at all. They’re actually more closely related to scorpions and spiders. Watch.” Leo smirked and flipped it over.

There were five pairs of claws moving around as the gills moved up and down like abs, causing the tail to move with it.

“Here-” Leo grabbed Logan’s hand, he tried hard to ignore the way his skin burned. “Touch it.”

“Oh no I’m okay to just look.”

“Come on, just touch it.” Leo begged. “Please just touch it.” He pouted.

“Oh my fuck you’re adorable.” Logan voiced Leo’s exact same thoughts from before.

“Here” he blushed and bit his lib to contain the smile. “Touch it.” He guided Logan’s hand down to the center of the legs, desperately trying to not think about how close they were. Logan’s t-shirt touching his blue polo shirt with his name stitched in the side. The way he could feel Logan’s breathing against his side, the way his leg was pressed between Logans le- stop it.

“Eww that feels weird” Logan’s laughed raised goosebumps on his arm.

“You’re touch his mouth.”

“Ew ew ew ew” Logan pulled his hand away quickly as Finn cackled.

“You asshole” Logan laughed as he pushed Leo lightly.

“Sorry, but it’s funny.” Leo laughed.

“You are now my second favorite person on earth.” Finn put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Oh my god I’m crying.” He wiped his eyes.

“Wouldn’t mind if he stayed our favorite.” Logan smiled.

Leo blushed and moved onto the regular view of the huge tank.

+++

“So how’d you get a job here?” Logan asked Leo as they walked around.

“I’ve lived on the island my whole life and started volunteering here when I was 13.” He explained. “I’m going to UNCW for marine biology. Are you two just here for vacation? Even though it’s April.”

“No. We’re actually moving down here. My grandparents owned the arcade on the boardwalk and left it to me once they passed.” Finn told him.

“Oh. I’m sorry about their passing.”

“It’s okay. Didn’t really know them at all.”

“Well I’ll hopefully see you around.”

“Maybe you don’t have to hope.”

Leo tilted his head in confusion.

“We were just wondering if you would want to show us around the island.” Logan told him. “We’ve only been here for a few days and this is the first place we’ve been to. Not even the beach.”

“Oh that’s nearly a sin.” Leo teased. “I’d love to show you guys around. I get off in an hour.”

“Perfect.” Finn said happily. “Do you want to drive over to our house and then switch cars or do you need to change?”

“That’ll work. There’s a locker room and since there’s next to no one here considering the time of year Evan will probably let me leave early.” Leo couldn’t hide his smile as they walked into the brightly lit gift shop.

Logan let out a loud gasp and ran over to the 6 foot long jellyfish stuffie. “I want it.”

“It’s tentacles are going to strangle you, love.” Finn shook his head.

“Kinky” Logan wiggled his eyebrows.

Finn scoffed as three other people in the quiet store laughed.

“Oh hi again Regulus.” Logan smiled at the black haired man who was sitting on the countertop beside the register tossing a brightly colored foam ball with turtles on it between his hands.

“Hey” He smiled back.

“What’d they need help with down here?” Finn looked around the empty room cluelessly.

“He didn’t help me?” The girl beside him raised an eyebrow. “Hi, Rue by the way.” She waved before going back to glaring at Regulus. “Did Evan tell you to help me?”

“No.” Reg smirked. “Just wanted to leave Leo alone with his crushes.”

“Reg” Leo pushed him.

“It’s mutual.” Finn said and Logan nodded.

“Okay. I’m gonna go ask Evan if I can get off early so I can show you a tour of the island and then get changed and I’ll be back down.” Leo changed the subject quickly.

“They’ll show you a tour of their bedroom and then get you off early.” Rue said quietly but not quiet enough. Leo shoved her hard as Logan, Finn, and Reg cackled.

+++

“So are we ready?” Leo walked back down in shorts and a UNCW t-shirt.

A cropped UNCW t-shirt.

“Uh- yeah. Yeah. Um, yeah.” Finn stuttered failing to make it look like he wasn’t staring at Leo’s tan abs.

Finn on the other hand had no shame. His eyes raked his entire body as his mouth went dry.

“Alright. I’ll follow you guys?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Logan nodded.

“Get it Knut.” Reg cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted as they left the gift shop and headed outside to the 100 degree weather.

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thursday

(hahahaha. yeah. this was just meant to be a buch of fluffy snipets. im the worst of the best of the worst. seriously tho. this was done in under 24 hours and im quite pleased on how it turned out.) tags: @idkanameatall

next part- a guide to the other side pt 1

warnings: angst, blood, dismemberment. vilolance. gore. (oops) words:7234

- what starts of as a normal collection of stories turns into a very much so angsty short cause authur cant write anything esle apparently at three in the morning.-

won't wear makeup on Thursday I'm sick of covering up I'm tired of feeling so broken I'm tired of falling in love

Janus looked around the imagination he had been wondering around here for hours now. He liked to explore and see if the twins had created anything new for him to travel around. so far it seemed as if nothing had really changed. A few new creatures but that was it.

These expeditions he did come with once small issue. Trying to not get caught. He wasn’t exactly on anyone’s good list at the minuet so if they saw him here the chances of them thinking he was up to something was much higher.

Oh, the joys of being the final dark side. Why did he think that revealing his name would actually let Thomas accept him?

He let out a small chuckle and continued his way forwards. Kicking a small rock in the process.

He smiled as he came across a small clearing. This had been one of the few places that seemed to never change for some reason. The grass was always knee length; the sun hit the land perfect for basking in. there was a small stream that cut down the centre. tall ruins sat either side.

Now what there want normally was the sound of chattering. He paused and hid behind the nearest tree to the edge. he peaked his head around too see the sides. All of them standing looking around nervously. “are you sure he will be here?” “I’m sure, I’ve seen him here every Wednesday for the past month.”

Janus stared from behind the tree. He looked down to what he was wearing. They probably thought he would wear the heavy, black pieces of clothing he normally did.

Instead right now he was in a yellow top, black shorts and Virgil’s old hoodie. A dark grey beanie was there instead of the bowler hat.

He sighed to himself and walked forwards. All their heads turning to him. “next time, don’t watch someone if they’re wanting privacy.” He glared at roman.

They all shifted uncomfortably. “well, I was wondering why you keep coming back to this place of the imagination.” “I’m part snake, I’m sure someone with a single braincell could figure out why.”

Logan seemed to freeze at his words before something seemed to flick in his mind, “snakes tend to bask in the sun due to being cold blooded reptiles.”

I chuckled as he spoke, sounding almost like an exited puppy, “indeed Logan. Indeed.”

I walked past them, ignoring the looks I was being given. “cold blooded?” Patton asked. “basically, his blood slows quicker than ours in the cold due to us being warm blooded. Without some source of heat in cold weather he can easily become lethargic.”

The others looked at Logan and then back at Janus who had begun to start climbing the ‘old’ ruins. Thoughts turned in their heads. “well…since were here we might as well enjoy the place? Right.” Patton said smiling. “very well,” Logan began, “but I suggest doing something quiet.” He said point up to Janus who was now at one of the highest places on the ruins facing the sun. they all smiled, Virgil and roman trying to keep theirs hidden. They hadn’t seen him looking so peaceful before.

Sometimes I'm shy and I'm anxious Sometimes I'm down on my knees Sometimes I try to embrace All my insecurities

It had been a week since then. And something he had quickly realised was that the mind palace had felt a lot warmer. He was both confused and mildly thankful for due to the autumn weather settling around.

It had been around a month since he had been accepted by Thomas, meaning the dark sides were no more. It didn’t stop him getting upset when the others compared him to villains in shows or bringing up his scales.

On this particular day, he hadn’t been in the best mood. Sleep still having a grasp on him, but he needed to get things done. So, he sat in his room. With Christmas a couple months away, Thomas was hoping to be able to get an idea of what his friends wanted by secretly asking questions. the cold had slowly seeped into his room.

So right now, he was wrapped up in several thick blankets in the corner of his room underneath is heat lamp. A notebook and pen in hand. Nothing had been written, and he needed to get something down soon.

He growled down at the notebook and flung it across the room. Pulling the blankets further up and leaning against the wall in his fluffy burrito. The nest of blankets and pillows surrounding him like a hug.

It had been the knock on the door that made him realise he had fallen asleep. “come in,” he said. Barely audible.

He looked up to see a blurry person peaking their head in the door. He was able to tell who it was easily though. “good morning Patton,” he rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. “I think you mean afternoon. I brought you dinner.”

Patton made his way over to the other and placed the plate down on the desk opposite the pile of comfort. Not even realising he had relaxed at the heat that was coming form the lamp.

“evening? But it was barely the morning when I woke up.” Janus said looking down at the note book that lay at the other end of the room. Still where it laded after being thrown. “sometimes its good to take breaks kiddo. You can’t overwork yourself and expect anything to happen. When was the last time you slept?” Patton said looking at the almost black bags under the deceitful eyes, rivalling Virgil’s eyeshadow.

“um… Tuesday I think?” “that was three days ago kiddo!” Patton exasperated.

The other looked down guiltily. Tucking himself under the blankets. Hiding from the disappointed dad look. he heard a small sigh, “common kiddo. Eat and the go back to sleep. Ill send someone to check on you later? Okay.”

I gave a nod and looked up to see him smiling. He moved the plate of food closer and ruffled my hair before leaving.

Eating the plate of food quickly, Janus wrapped himself into a cocoon and closed his eyes. The soft hum o the lamp lulling him into a peaceful slumber.

And if Remus came in later to check on the other, only to see him in the pile of blankets lightly snoring. He didn’t say anything, just picking the plate up, summoning another couple blanket’s and adding them to the pile before leaving with a wild grin on his face.

So I won't wear makeup on Thursday 'Cause who I am is enough

He was pacing back and forth in the commons. Several thoughts had begun to run through his head. He had been pretty calm this morning about what was happening, but now he was beginning to have second thoughts… he wasn’t surprised when Virgil walked into the room to see him almost drilling a line in the floor from how long he had been walking back and forth muttering.

“you okay dee?” he muttered.

Janus snapped his head up, “fine, dandy, perfect,” he hissed before going back to pacing back and forth.

Virgil looked at Janus worriedly. It had been his nervousness that had led the other down. Several thoughts went through his head before he sighed and walked up the stairs and knocked on the obnoxious red and green pained door.

The door burst open revealing a very colourfully painted roman. Half of his usual attire bursting with colours of paint. Even his face was smothered with colour. Virgil snickered for a couple seconds. “may I ask why you are here brad pitiful?” “I’m here for Remus,” he deadpanned at the other.

Upon hearing his name Remus seemingly apparated behind roman. He too was covered in paint. “what do you need emo?” “Janus is overthinking something again and I’m not handling this. I’m grabbing Logan as well.”

“why us” “you’re all dating. He’s your boyfriend. And anyway, he looks like he could use a hug.”

Quickly snapping his fingers so that the paint was removed from his clothing, Remus raced down the hall and flung himself down the stairs the couple of thuds indicating where he had begun to roll down.

He moved his feet over to Logan’s door, knocking lighter, knowing the other would hear it over whatever he was doing. the door opened revealing the logical side still in his unicorn onesie despite it almost being lunch. “go comfort your boyfriend. He’s overthinking again. I’m not dealing with this one.”

Quickly snapping his fingers, he changed into his normal outfit. But what surprised Virgil was the thin hoodie that also appeared. It was in Logan’s navy colour. as he walked down the hall and stairs, he saw the enlarged emblem on the back. He grinned to himself. Hoodie buddies.

When Logan arrived down the stairs, he saw Remus hugging Janus with his vice like grips and extra limbs in the form of the tentacles. He chuckled at them and made his way forwards to join the hug.

“is there room for another?” the other two nodded and he took the hoodie of placing it neatly on a chair. two black wings sprouting from his back.

The two sides hugged onto his sides and he used his wings like blankets as they hugged on the floor, using the sofa as back support. he smiled as he saw both of them slowly falling asleep, clinging onto his side. And there are many things that I could change so slightly But why would I succumb to something so unlike me I was always taught to just be myself Don't change for anyone

Janus sat in the kitchen with Logan. It was around one in the morning; Remus had fallen asleep snoring loudly on the floor next to them.

It was that time of week where Janus would help Logan preen his wings. they were beautiful to Janus. A pretty colour of black, however the closer you got, you could tell the bottom feathers were just a very dark shade of blue. he wasn’t sure how long the other had had the wings for, but apparently the others didn’t know.

As they were finishing the right wing, he could hear a gasp and Logan cussing, causing him to looked up to see Patton standing there with wide eyes.

They stayed still and quiet. Other than Remus snoring away that was.

“well… this at least explains the hoodie.” Patton mumbled looking at Logan’s wings with curiosity. Logan just stared at the place Patton had been standing. The moral side had move over to the coubard and pulled out a glass.

“you’re not scared?” Logan asked looking at the other. “of course not!” Patton exclaimed, “look,” he lifted his onesie sleeve to reveal patches of green skin. “I’ve had these frog patches for years,” he began, “I was going to bring them up soon, but then didn’t say anything due to the Lilly Patton event that went down.”

Patton moved around them with a glass of water in hand. He quickly ruffled Logan’s hair, “if you think I don’t love your wings then you’d be incredibly wrong.”

After the incident, Logan had decided to stop hiding his wings as often. So that morning he had tied his soft hoodie around his waist, letting the wings stay out instead of covering them.

He quickly grabbed his glasses and the book that Remus had suggested to him. ‘the maze runner’ printed with a simple lettering on the front. so far, he had found it quite enjoyable and was thinking about asking for the rest of the series.

It was when he felt the tug n the air did, he has second thoughts about keeping his wings out. Too late now he supposed.

When he arrived, everything fell silent almost immediately. All eyes on him and his wings. He shifted nervously, slipping on the glasses so that he could see a bit better.

Much too his unfortunate luck, neither of his boyfriends were there. Nor was Virgil. “so, since when did specs have wings?” roman asked looking between Logan and the wings that sat behind the other.

“id rather not discuss that just now,” Logan said avoiding their gazes, “can we just get to the matter at hand. Thomas, can you fill me in?”

I wanna laugh, I don't wanna cry Don't want these tears inside my eyes, yeah Don't wanna wake up and feel insecure I wanna sing, I wanna dance I wanna feel love inside my hands again I just wanna feel beautiful

Janus woke to screaming. He didn’t know where it had come from until he looked over to see Remus thrashing around in his sleep. any sleep left in himself immediately went away. He reached over to the other. “Remus! Remus listen to me! I’m right here.”

The others eyes snapped open, inky black pools caused Janus to back away as quickly as possible. Remus was silent, panting to get his breath back.

Janus backed away as best as possible. Remus may have been a dark side. But their abilities didn’t just disappear. For example; when feeling threatened their eyes could turn into black abyss and their powers turned on tenfold.

Thomas was most likely going to suffer from a nightmare tonight.

Deeming himself far enough he looked at the other with worry, “Remus, sweetie, calm down, you’re okay. You’re here with me, Janus.”

Remus blinked once and twice. The black in his eyes seeping out in the form of tears. The green normal eyes coming back.

“Jannie?” Remus whispered so quietly that it was almost inaudible. “I’m here, I’m going to come closer, okay?”

Remus gave a small nod, keeping his eyes locked on Janus as he edged his way forwards.

As soon as he reached Remus’s side he was pulled into a crushing hug, but immediately hugged back despite the slight pain. they stayed like that for a while longer when there was a knock on the door. the door slowly creaked open to reveal Virgil, Janus quickly ushered him in. Logan peaked his head in as well and made his way forwards to the group. Virgil and Janus seemed to have a mental conversation between themselves.

“Remus, was it him.”

Logan looked at Janus, hoping he would explain. That was shut off as soon as Remus froze still. It seemed as if that was all that needed to be said.

“Logan. You’re coming with me. We need to get everyone in here now.” He spoke quickly, summoning his crook.

A flash of purple later and Virgil handed Janus a small dagger, “stay safe. Were going to need you in one piece for this. Okay.”

Logan stood up frustrated, “were not doing something until you explain what is happening!” he almost yelled.

Virgil nodded slowly to Janus. “you called us dark sides. You called us evil once upon a time. There’s a reason we all hated being called the villain.” He paused looking Logan dead in the eyes, sending a chill down his spine, “but you didn’t know that there was something far worse than us.” “what, what was worse?” “the nightmares. The darkest parts of Thomas that me and Virgil have kept hidden. And for good reason. Now one of them is loose.”

Logan’s eyes went wide. Processing all that was said. A blue flash and a shield in Logan’s arms. A small snapping sound and a couple gears filled the air for a couple seconds before the shield turned into a crossbow.

Logan quickly loaded it before nodding and following Janus out of the room. Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna feel beautiful

He realised how much trouble they were in quickly. As soon as they left the room the hall was filled with a small orange mist that blanketed the hall, hiding his feet. the once white walls were covered in black vines, sprouting orange flowers that seemed to be the source of mist, acting like waterfalls.

Patton’s door was the furthest. A growl filled their ears. “shit,” Janus whispered rushing to Patton’s door. Banging as hard as possible to wake the other.

He could hear shifting, but the sound of the guttural growl was growing closer, his dread began to spike. Logan was behind him, keeping the crossbow locked where the noise was coming from.

Patton opened his door and rubbed sleep out of his eyes, “Janus what are you doing up so early?” he looked behind the other to see Logan. And then the hall itself. “I don’t have much time to explain. But I need you to get into my room. Virgil and Remus will explain.”

He gave a quick nod before he heard the growl and freezing. “go!” he whispered harshly.

They slowly backed away, making their way to romans room. They could hear Patton entering Janus’s room and shutting the door behind.

Two orange eyes appeared from the blackness of the end of the hall. Janus knocked on the door. The eyes following his every move, glaring at him with malice no one could ever replicate.

“Remus what- “he paused as he saw Janus, “may I ask why you’re up at this ungodly hour.” “go into my room, the others will explain. But right now, you’re in danger.” “I can defend myself.” He said summoning his sword in a flash of red.

The growl appeared again. Romans face paled. “go to my room and stay there. Understand?”

Roman nodded and left down the hall, “you too sweet heart,” Janus stared keeping his eyes on the black abyss. “no. I’m not leaving you here.”

Janus turned to Logan with eyes filled with guilt. As soon as Logan looked into his own, his eyes flashed yellow. “forgive me my crow, but I need you to go into my room and wait half an hour then snap out of this,”

Logan turned and walked into the room.

The creature growled staring at Janus. “its just us two now wrath. Just. Us.” Janus growled, bringing out his extra limbs, his canines becoming fangs. Eyes becoming black pools of ink. His scales either turning black or glowing a beautiful deadly shade of yellow

“how about a dance,” he growled animalistically, baring his fangs further before rushing towards the mist.

I wear my sweat pants on Thursday And I'll drink sloe gin from a can I'll build my own independence I don't always need a man You know sometimes I feel lonely Could do with the company

Virgil sighed as Patton entered the room. smiled when roman came in. and panicked when Logan came in, eyes glowing yellow in the dark. The door audibly clicking behind.

He stood up and pounded on the door. “JANUS OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” he pounded even more. his panic only grew until he was throwing his entire weight on the door. It didn’t budge.

He gasped for breath. Tears falling from his eyes. “Virgil?” Patton rested an arm on his shoulder. “he’s going to die…he’s going to die…” he mumbled over and over again, pressing his hands on his hears.

“listen emo, we need to know what’s going on. Please explain.” Roman said as calmly as possible. “that’s wrath. He’s…” Virgil’s voice cracked, “it’s easier if I’m to show you, just. Please don’t scream?”

Patton and roman nodded. Logan stood stoic looking at the wall. He was under Janus’s control. There was nothing they could do until he snapped out.

Virgil removed his hoodie placing it on the end of Janus’s bed where Remus was sleeping away his exhaustion.

He let out as sigh as he felt the extra limbs appear on his back, the eyes that he had hidden snapped open. Two purple glowing eyes above the ones that were already there, spider legs on his back.

They gasped as they looked on. Where six spider legs should have been were three. Two missing on the left and one on the right. “he was merciless when we first fought. We barely contained him together. Let alone by ourselves.”

He could feel the stumps on his back. The phantom pain of them being sapped like twigs radiated faintly. “can’t you just regenerate?” roman asked looking in curiosity. “no. if it was Remus who did it. I could. But those…things, that creature. Wrath? If he hurts you, Thomas’s mind acts as if it was an injury on any normal person.”

Logan gasped as the yellow of his eyes began to flicker and fade. “nononono- “Logan muttered as he realised where he was. His time perception being clear as day, “he’s hurt, he need help,”

He walked over to the door. Virgil rushed over and stopped Logan. The other turned around with tears in his eyes. “we can’t do anything yet. We need to recuperate as much as I want to go out there and help Janus. We can’t. Not until Remus is awake.”

Logan broke down into tears. Virgil held onto him tightly as possible, wrapping his extra limbs around the other. “ I know, I’m scared or him too. I freaked when I didn’t see him come in behind you, but if I had broken down the door. We would be caught off guard and I could have gotten everyone here hurt.” “half an hour, he said to wait that long before snapping. He’s hurt. I should still be in his control,” he sobbed into the others shoulder, grasping on like it was a lifeline, “my sunflower could be de- “

“no. no we can’t think that far,” Patton cut him off. “but we can still plan.” Roman continued, “Virgil, any ideas?”

Oh, I get high when I'm down But you know that's alright with me So I will do nothing on Thursday Sit alone and be

Cold… pure cold was the first thing Janus felt upon waking. The pain. Searing pain coming from his human eye. He began to choke as he took a breath in.

He sat up and coughed into his hand, blood spluttering out as he did so. Then came the realisation that as he looked down, he couldn’t see out of his eye. he was flooded with fear, cold and pain. He shivered. Feeling his shirt sticking to his back, stuck by drying blood. the metallic taste and smell filled his other senses.

He was aware of footsteps walking towards him. He tried to stand up. but as soon as he was barely off the floor, he collapsed back down onto his knees. Any energy he had before he was dragged here had depleted. his ribs began to ache. Everything was growing heavy, like lead chains had been placed on every muscle.

“well…well…well… the snake is awake,” the voice froze every piece of his being. he didn’t respond. Just staring at the person who was crouched down several feet in front of him. a black lab coat, his skin was pale and cracked. No eyes, but flowers blooming from his eye sockets. A surgical mask covered his mouth, orange gas leaking out the sides.

A white button up smeared with blood. Black sleek shoes matched his ripped jeans.

Janus stared at the figure. The form had been one that could make any shiver under its gaze.

He walked forwards, a small shiny object in hand. Janus’s eye widened and he pushed himself backwards.

He let out a scream.

And there are many things that I could change so slightly But why would I succumb to something so unlike me I was always taught to just be myself Don't change for anyone

They had been looking in the misty halls for two days. It had been a fruitless endeavour so far. They tracked onwards still… Logan hadn’t said a word since… Patton and roman clung to one another… Remus began muttering ways they could kill wrath under is breath… Virgil… he tried his best to sense the others fear. But nothing had appeared so far. So, there was no clear direction of where they could go.

So, when he felt it. The overwhelming terror… he froze like ice. “Virgil? What is it! Is he okay?” “n…no… we need to hurry. I can’t track it. Whatever has him. His fear is overwhelming. I can’t trace it.”

Logan nodded and began to speed up in the direction they were going. Remus jogged over and took his free hand. His mace ready to strike anything that could potentially be there to hurt them.

A small light came into view. They looked between one another and rushed forwards.

Gods they wished they were ready to see what they did. A clear glass jar… a familiar brown eye with yellow pigments…

The level of threat they were faced against set into them quicker than lightning turning sand to glass.

Virgil paled. Not because of the eye. His vision became blurry and he grabbed onto his ears gasping in pain. he could hear the scream. He could hear Janus’s fear echoing everywhere.

And he blacked out.

Logan was the first to look over to Virgil, he was gasping in pain. Covering his ears and whimpering. Something was wrong with sunflower… worse than what the eye could show…

Then he stopped shaking. His limbs slinking down to his side, he pushed himself of the ground. Limbs moving in an eerie way, like a puppet on a string.

His eyes widened as he saw the inky blackness of Virgil’s eyes. His teeth becoming long and sharp. His spider legs grew tenfold… the gaps where the others should have been, phantom ones, in a purple glow replaced them.

Patton reached his hand out. Only to be stopped by one of Remus’s tentacles. “to put it simply, he’s snapped. Whatever pain Janus is in has caused his mind to shut down and his animalistic senses have taken over. His pain was too much, so we should also prepare for whatever state we see janny in. okay?”

Virgil began to move, walking further and further; he used his spider legs instead of his normal. they followed. If he was following Janus’s fear then they could find him quickly.

It was when he broke out into a run that things got hard. Patton couldn’t go on for very much longer, roman stayed with him for protection.

Logan grabbed Remus and let his wings out. And soon they were keeping up with Virgil. I wanna laugh, I don't wanna cry Don't want these tears inside my eyes, yeah Don't wanna wake up and feel insecure I wanna sing, I wanna dance I wanna feel love inside my hands again I just wanna feel beautiful

He wanted it to stop. the searing pain was too much. wrath had left already, taking one of Janus’s legs with him. Crudely cut and to never grow back. he cried, he cried out of pain… he cried out of loneliness and his own stupidity. the sound of the quiet was deafening. He didn’t know if it had been taken from him too… he wanted to scream. He to scream so loud that his vocal cords burst. He wanted to be warm

To bask in the sun in the imagination. to have Patton worry about him. to bicker back and forth with roman. to sing loud music with Virgil …to kiss his boyfriends on the lips…

Would he be able to do any of that again? Would he be able to say that he loved them all…?

Would he survive? He would push himself to do so. If not for him. Then for his ivy and bluebell… god he would survive for them…

A small fire lit in heart. He just hoped his fear didn’t extinguish it… Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna feel beautiful Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna feel beautiful

When Virgil stopped, he seemed to look around the area sporadically. they landed not too far from him. Making their way over. The metallic smell filling their noses. And they knew exactly where it was coming from. blood splattered almost everywhere. A couple shoe prints and a streak of blood following…as if… Logan and Remus held each other closer. Virgil turned to face them; he could sense their fear. It was light but enough to know that they were worried. He could keep track of them. But right now, he needed to find that bastard and turn him into spider food.

They followed the track to a cage. Orange and glowing. but that hadn’t been the first thing they had seen… no. it was the person sitting on a vine throne, the orange flowers producing the smoke…

They each got ready to attack the side- no… monster in front of them.

“ah, it seems I didn’t hide the soon to be corpse as well as id hoped,” wrath sighed staring at them.

He stood up and walked behind the throne. Logan ever so slightly lowered his crossbow as his eyes widened in pure shock and horror. A clearly severed leg laid in wraths hand. Patches of scales confirmed his suspicions.

He raised the crossbow and began to aim. “ah…so you must be logic? Am I right?” wrath began, “I must admit its been a long time since I’ve seen you, Virgil and Remus… all four of us together. Just like old times eh?”

Logan fired the trigger, the arrow pierced through into wraths arm. He let out a hiss of pain.

“shut up with the villain’s monologue. They aren’t like you. They can show compassion. You… you’re just insane.” He growled, watching a glowing bolt load itself into his bow.

He aimed again and fired. This time wrath was able to avoid, seeing as he knew it was coming. but when wrath turned back. One of them wasn’t there.

He turned around, only to get a spider leg jabbed side, taking it open like a knife through air.

Remus watched as wrath tore his medical mask off and let the orange mist consume his body, the gas slowly became a black liquid. As it rose, they backed off as best as they could.

A pair of glowing orange eyes stared at them from the abyss…

The black abyss lunged at them. they snapped out the way, splitting and running in every direction they could. Avoiding the black sludge that slammed behind them. Wrath let out a roar so loud the room seemed to shake.

Logan spread his wings and took to the sky, catching a glimpse of what lay inside the cage and paling as he did so. He needed to get Janus out of there. Fast if he were to survive.

He dived down towards the sludge, kicking with his feet. The beats roared and sent a ball of black sludge towards him. He narrowly dodged it before another one came sailing past. Just clipping the end of his feathers.

“he in there!” Logan yelled, catching the others attention. they gave a quick nod in response.

Remus focused on trying to get to the thing’s eyes. Blinding him would give them an advantage. Virgil was keeping busy, stabbing any sludge that got to close.

The sound of running caught their attention, turning around to see Patton and roman. it didn’t take either too long to realise what was happening. roman quickly summoned his sword and made his way over to his brother as quickly as possible.

Patton stared for a couple seconds before he felt his body shifting into lily-Patton. he rushed over and began to help Virgil.

With the four of them keeping wrath busy, Logan had a clear shot to get to the cage. he avoided the occasional attack on him, twirling and diving to avoid any rouge projectiles.

He landed at the edge of the cage and slipped into the far too wide bars. he rushed over to Janus and scooped him into his arms. Quickly looking over to check that there weren’t more major injuries. And other than the scratches on his back and possibly broken ribs. There wasn’t anything more than a couple bruises and tiny scrapes.

Lifting him up and keeping him close as possible, he dove out of the cage and glided as best as he could down to the others.

Remus turned to face Logan as he saw the other with the familiar figure in his arms. His own face paling as he saw just how bad Janus looked. anger filled his veins and he began to spew every way he was going to kill wrath.

His eyes turning into their own inky abyss. The tentacles on his back grew further until they were w=twice the length they had previously been. His teeth becoming sharp like rows upon rows of toothpicks.

An unholy screech ripped from his throat. Everything seemed to freeze for everyone in that moment as he ran and using the tentacles pushing himself into the air and throwing himself into the black abyss of what was wrath.

Wrath let out a howl of pain, neon green tentacles shot out of his inky body. Ripping through it like paper before a figure was flung out. Not Remus’s but wrath.

He fell to the ground, limp as a ragdoll. The inky body dissipated into an orange smoke, rising up to the sky.

Wrath groaned and stood up. snapping his arm back into place he cackled wildly looking at them. The flowers in his eye sockets looked completely battered.

“do you honestly thing you can defeat me- “he stopped and looked down. There by his feet, biting into his leg was what looked like a snake.

Logan turned to look at Janus. His scales glowing a beautiful yellow.

He mumbled something almost inaudibly, but whatever it was, it heard him and I slithered away. and then from behind wrath, two yellow eyes lit up the area, he turned around and couldn’t even let out a noise or move before the snake, almost the size of a house, the length seemed to go on forever, bit down. Snapping like a turtle. And like that wrath was gone.

They all held their breath as it slithered away… then turning to Janus who was mumbling deliriously under his breath.

The black in the room fading away to a pure white. The blood that was forming around Janus becoming slowly bigger.

I won't wear makeup on Thursday 'Cause who I am is enough

Virgil’s and Remus looked at one another letting a couple of bizarre noises out before the black inkiness of their eyes finally becoming their normal, green and purples.

“what… what happened?” Virgil groaned as he rubbed his temples. A headache slowly coming on. “we need to get Janus help. Now.” Logan said. Remus looked down to his boyfriend and immediately scooped him up in his arms.

He looked at the others and began to make their way as quickly as possible towards the direction they had come from.

Janus melted into the warmth… he was in the arms of someone… but he knew the warm loving touch… he could hear people talking around him. he whimpered as they lifted him up… and then his vision went black.

They all sat in Logan’s room. Janus was resting on his bed. Bandages covered his eyes. blood no longer covered his hair or face. He was sleeping peacefully. Everyone in the room hadn’t spoken a word since they patched him up as best as they could before dealing with any injury’s they may have sustained. “Virgil, Remus can I ask you something?” Patton muttered. “yeah, what do you need pops?” Remus responded. “are there more…sides like wrath?” Patton saw the flinch from Virgil, “please be honest. If we know, we can prepare in case something like this is to happen again.”

“two. There are two more,” Virgil blurted out. “who are they?” roman asked. “depression and repression.”

Logan, Patton and roman looked between each other. “thank you for telling us,” Logan weakly smiled.

They would wait to deal with any of that for now.

He woke up on something soft. Several blankets wrapped around him. His breathing was more even he found which was something he was very much so thankful for. “sunflower? Can you hear me?” a voice spoke, filtering through something that covered his… why was something on his face? where was he… what happened? “bluebell… what happened? Why can I see?” he could feel the other freeze at his side. Logan knew he couldn’t say anything false. So, he decided the truth would be best. “wrath. He…got you.” Janus could feel things snapping in place in his mind. “he’s…gone?” “for good. No longer a person. Only a figment.” Logan said.

Janus laughed but stopped as he entered a coughing fit. Pain racked over his chest. Wheezing when it finally came to a stop. “how long was I out for lo?” Jan asked a he laid back “…three weeks…were not sure how much longer we can hide this from Thomas.”

Janus stayed quiet. He turned his head to face where I thought Logan was, “can…can you gather the others and Thomas? I want to know their okay.” “but you still need to recover more.” “please, Logan please. I need to know the other are alive.”

He felt the other run a hand in his hair, “okay. Just sleep for now. Ill wake you up when I’ve gathered them.” I wanna laugh, I don't wanna cry Don't want these tears inside my eyes, yeah Don't wanna wake up and feel insecure I wanna sing, I wanna dance I wanna feel love inside my hands again I just wanna feel beautiful

Logan looked down at his sunflower. Bandages covered his eyes, his scales shifting from black to yellow. the sheet that covered him showed the dent where his leg should have been… he sighed to himself and stood up. the others would be exited to know he was awake for a while.

The corridor had restored itself back to normal. It had taken a week though. Logan wondered down to the commons. There in a pile watching another Disney movie was everyone piled up together. Patton turned around and caught Logan coming closer. “is something wrong with Janus?” “no… he actually woke up.” A sigh of relief swept through the room. Each one of them seemed to visibly relax. “but, he wants to see everyone. Including Thomas.”

They all froze. Looking back and forth between one another. “we can’t hide this. If it was one of his extra limbs that wasn’t there, we could hide it. But were talking about his missing eye and leg. He will want to know what happened.” “we just say that a side he didn’t know about went nuts?” “no, he may still want to meet the side. If that happens then he could potentially come back.”

“how about we just say that stuff went down and, in the end, we came out alive and were okay?” everyone seemed to ponder Virgil’s words before nodding.

Logan appeared in Thomas’s living room in his place by the stairs. Thomas looked over from where he was standing. His eyes went wide as he saw the state the other side was in. hair flung practically everywhere and his tie looser than normal. “Logan are you, all right?” he asked worriedly. “Janus wants to see you. Were all going to be out here in a couple minutes. And I need to say, you will have lots of questions. But its best you don’t know the truth just yet.” He sighed. “why?” Thomas asked. “if you were to know, the danger could come back.”

Thomas nodded. Knowing he couldn’t push further just yet. Logan looked like… well… he had seen dumpster fires that looked better.

Logan sighed before sinking down.

And just as he said, a couple minuets later they stared to pop up in their places. roman and Remus by the tv, Patton by the window and Virgil by the stairs.

The Logan appeared with Janus and he stared in horror. Bandages covered the deceitful sides eyes. He was barely standing as he clung onto Logan, the stump of his leg was still wrapped neatly, looking as if it was done by a professional.

“Janus?” Thomas muttered looking over at the side with so much emotion. “Thomas? Is that you?” he muttered back. “yeah, I’m here buddy, so is everyone else. I’m not sure what happened. But know that were all okay.” Janus seemed to relax into Logan upon hearing everyone was okay. “yeah were okay sunflower” Remus said with as much happiness as he could muster. “were safe,” Virgil said looking up at the other.

“wish I could see you guys,” Janus muttered into Logan’s shoulder. “wait a while longer okay? We’ll still be here. We promise.” Paton said looking at the other with guilt ridden eyes.

A light snoring noise caused everyone to chuckle as they realised that Janus had fallen asleep. Logan moved the other and picked him up bridal style. “I’ll take him back to his room to rest for a while.” “I’ll come too,” Remus said as he sunk out along with the other two.

Virgil rested his head on the staircase banister small tears pouring out of his eyes in relief. Patton looked down to his shoes. roman walked over to Patton and wrapped him in a hug.

Thomas just stared at where Janus was. The image of the other burned into his retina and brain. “what… what did that to him?” he whispered.

He didn’t get a response. he turned around and sat on the couch. Rubbing his temple. He looked around to see his sides barely keeping themselves together. whatever did that to Janus… was it apart of him? “was it a side…” Thomas muttered. the others froze and turned to face him. “we can’t confirm. If we did it may come back. Just know that it is gone.”

Thomas nodded and walked over to the stairs and sat next to Virgil.

Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna feel beautiful Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, oh ah Oh-oh-oh, I just wanna feel beautiful

It was December before things went remotely back to normal both in the mind palace and the real world. Janus had the bandages removed around two months ago. His cat eye looked around the now festive looking house. His shepherds crook helping him keep balance along with the prosthetic made by Logan and Remus helped him stand and walk.

He could feel the feeling in the air and followed it to Thomas in the living room. “you okay for doing some filming today? We’re doing a Christmas special with everyone.” Patton asked excitedly.

Janus smiled Widley. A pure warmth coming from inside. “I would very much like to. Logan, Remus and I also have an announcement for the video as well,”

His hand behind his back fiddled with a small golden band that rested on a finger.

“what’s up everybody!” Thomas began…

Yeah… they were going to be okay for now. He smiled joyfuly over to the camera.

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fnaf-is-awesome201 · 3 years

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I want you to talk about dinosaurs

Really? You do?! Hell yeah! Okay, I'm gonna ramble for a bit about dinosaurs so hope you don't mind if you do mind then I'm sorry. This is gonna be a long post, just warning you now.

Okay, so dinosaurs are cool as fuck and I love them so damn much. They’re just so... awe-inspiring. And they’re some of the coolest animals to ever walk the earth. Some were gigantic, with necks that stretched up towards the sky. Others were tiny, maybe even smaller than a chicken. Some had sharp teeth and claws (usually the most memorable ones like T. Rex and such) and some had armor-plated bodies (like the ankylosaurs). I love them all to death and I love how unique and diverse they were! All these fantastic beasts that one day just disappeared forever. I want to see one. I know, that’s crazy, and Jurassic Park shows how that could be a very bad idea, but I want to see one. Not just in the pages of a dinosaur book. I want something I can touch and feel and just see how truly magnificent they were. Dinosaurs like Dilophosaurus, Velociraptor, Parasaurolophus, Edmontosaurus, Albertosaurus and so many more! I want to see them all. How they lived, what they looked like, how they acted...

Tyrannosaurs are some of the biggest carnivorous dinosaurs, with T. Rex being the most famous. No one talks about the other Tyrannosaurs! Albertosaurus, Gorgosaurus, and probably several others yet to be discovered! These were the “tyrant lizards”! They’re big and scary and utterly fascinating! And T. Rex was the king. Tyrannosaurus Rex, or “tyrant lizard king”, was huge! 40 feet long on average and with a powerful bite, I’m willing to bet they were quite a sight to behold! It’s probably the most famous of the dinosaurs, and I can see why! It commands your attention and your curiosity more than most, and it makes for a great movie monster! Those huge teeth and crushing jaws mixed with it’s powerful legs and instinct to hunt make it an exciting creature!

Even so, it was not the biggest carnivorous dinosaur to roam during the Mesozoic! Even Carcharodontosaurus, the “shark-toothed lizard”, was bigger than a T. Rex! Or Giganotosaurus! I suppose T. Rex gained more of a spotlight because it’s easier to say the name, but there are so many other large predatory dinosaurs that deserve attention and public view!

The smaller carnivores are super cool, too! Allosaurus, the “different lizard” (and my personal favorite medium-sized carnivorous dinosaur) had a narrow head and large claws on it’s three-fingered hands. I’ve seen fossils up-close of these guys, and I have to tell you, it’s amazing. It may not be as big as your favorites, but it is an amazing dinosaur! They have horn-like protrusions over their eyes, and a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. They are absolutely beautiful and fascinating creatures!

And as for Velociraptor, you might know them from Jurassic Park. However, the real velociraptor is not nearly as big as those ones, which stand at about 6 ft. tall. The real velociraptor was about the size of a turkey! At about 2 ft. tall and 6 ft. long, Velociraptor (”speedy/quick thief”) was a tiny terror. They most likely hunted in packs to bring down animals much larger than they are. The sickle-shaped claw on both feet was used to puncture, not to tear. They were quick and effective hunters. They were also intelligent, based on the fact that they had a large brain compared to their body size. I love Velociraptors. I really do. I want to understand how they work, what they looked like, and how they lived.

Then there’s the herbivores! Undoubtedly some of the biggest animals to ever roam the Earth! The largest dinosaur currently on record was the Argentinosaurus (”lizard of Argentina” or “Argentina izard”, etc.), a monstrous titanosaur that was about 120 ft. from head to tail and likely weighed nearly 100 tons (200,000 lbs. or so)! They were huge! bigger than even the biggest land-dwelling animals today! Taller than giraffes, even! And you most likly don’t know the sheer scale of dinosaurs like triceratops or Stegosaurus! I’ve seen a Triceratops skull up-close, and I must tell you it was much bigger tahn I thought it would be! Triceratops was about 30 ft. long, with a neck frill span of about 6 ft. and horns that could reach over 3 ft. long! It was much bigger than your car, to give you some scale! And Stegosaurus is quite a sight even as a fossil! With a length of 21-30 ft. and a height of about 14 ft., this massive dinosaur had a very tiny brain. It’s brain is said to be the smallest brain proportional to body size of any dinosaur (any brain size currently known, that is)! Isn’t that fascinating? I’ve seen them up-close, too, and I can tell you that they have a very small head for such a large animal!

Then there’s hadrosaurs, which are amazing on their own! Look up Parasaurolophus, Lambeosaurus or Iguanodon and you’ll see what I mean! There’s so many more, like Corythosaurus, Oranosaurus, Tenontosaurus, etc.! They were herd animals, staying in large groups and nesting together. There’s even evidence, like in the case of Maiasaura, that they took care of and watched over their young! Most of them were pretty big, but an even more fascinating feature was their crests. These dinosaurs often had large crests on their heads, though their function is still debated. They could have been used to make unique calls or to amplify their calls, or they could have been used to identify each other! It really is interesting to think about it!

Then there’s the real oddballs, such as Psittacosaurus, Saltosaurus, any of the Ankylosaurs, and even dinosaurs like Dilophosaurus (two-crested lizard), Monolophosaurus (one-crested lizard), Spinosaurus, and the Pterosaurs! Ankylosaurs (like Ankylosaurus or Euoplocephalus) were large, heavily-armored reptiles, with Ankylosaurus even having armored eyelids! Their backs were covered in bone plating, and they were often covered in spikes or nodules. Several also had a club of solid bone on the end of their tails! The muscle power, combined with the club, could cause some serious damage! Only the most ferocious or desperate of dinosaurs would dare to try and take on these living tanks! The only way to have an advantage would be to hit it from beneath or to flip it over, which wouldn’t have been easy. Spinosaurus was quite an odd creature. With its odd proportions and dense bones, it was likely quadrupedal to help balance it’s weight. It had large, heavy, hooked claws on its arms and a long skull filled with cone-shaped teeth, perfect for catching slippery fish, but not so good for tearing flesh. They were very top-heavy, and likely walked on their knuckles like an anteater so they didn’t dull down their claws. Then there was the sail. It’s still unknown what exactly this sail was for. It would have made it a bit more difficult to move around, but it may have been used to regulate body temperature or to serve as a display! There’s also a possibility that it had webbed feet! While it may look very weird to us, Spinosaurus was perfectly adapted to life by the water! Dense bones helped keep it submerged, likely with only it’s nose and eyes above the water (like a crocodile), while it’s teeth and claws helped it hunt fish and other water-dwelling creatures! Basically, all of that weirdness had a very unique and cool purpose! Spinosaurus looked very different from the Spinosaurus in Jurassic Park 3, but it’s still just as cool! Then there’s the Pterosaurs. Some as small as bats or small birds, and the largest being about the same size as a small plane! They fill a specific role it the prehistoric world, later filled by birds! Pterodactyl was not a dinosaur, but Pterodactylus was! The largest of these creatures, standing taller than a giraffe and with a wingspan of about 50 ft, was Quetzalcoatlus. It’s thought they were likely scavengers, like vultures, but may have occasionally caught their own food. Some Pterosaurs would travel long distances often to reach their nesting grounds, while others did not. Like bats, Pterosaur’s wings were made up of a skin membrane stretched between the body and the elongated finger making up the outer edge of the wing. They were light-weight animals, and everything about them was evolved to make them perfect and graceful fliers, though this likely made them very awkward when on the ground.

Then there’s also the prehistoric marine reptiles! Mosasurus, Tylosaurus, Plesiosaurs, Pliosaurs, Ichthyosaurs, and many more! Ichthyosaurs were basically like the dolphins of the prehistoric oceans! They had almost fish-shaped bodies and long, usually toothed beaks. I’d definitely recomend looking up a picture of these guys! They breathed air like all reptiles and did not have gills. All prehistoric marine reptiles breathed air, similar to today’s sea turtles or sea snakes. Mosasaurus was a large predatory marine reptile, with lots of teeth and a long, slender body with a powerful paddle-like tail and four flippers instead of legs and feet. Tylosaurs are similar (I think... if I remember correctly...), though if I remember correctly, not all of them had long tails, and some had large powerful flippers instead of a long tail. Plesiosaurs had a very long neck, a small head with interlocking teeth (essentially creating a fish cage), and a large, slender body with a very short tail an four large, powerful flippers. Some of these animals preyed upon other marine reptiles and larger marine creatures, while others only ate fish and other small marine creatures. They’re all so unique and look nothing like anything we have today! And there’s so many more that I haven’t even talked about that I would seriously encourage checking out!

I’ve loved dinosaurs for as long as I can remember. I even still have my first dinosaur book! It’s a neat picture book full of pictures of dinosaur sculptures and dinosaur names! I have a sauropod plushie that I’ve had forever! He’s a little beat up and has a few places where he’s been sewn back up, but I still have him! And I have a model Kronosaurus that I can show you if you’d like! I love dinosaurs so damn much, and I really want to know more about them! I want to know what colors they were and what their skin feels like! I want to see one someday, but until then, fossils are just as good! I FUCKING LOVE DINOSAURS AND THEY’RE SO COOL AND I WANT TO PET ONE SO BAD!

Anyway, that’s my long, rambling post about dinosaurs! I’m glad I got that out! Hope I didn’t confuse you or bore you. I just really love dinosaurs and get super excited and disorganized when I talk about them! I love them so much and they’re really amazing once you start learning about them!

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Chapter 7: Yatagarasu

-Uchiha Itachi-

Itachi dragged his thumb through the blood and smeared it to a pattern on the dirt. Smoke overtook the scent of blood, and he saw soft light gently reflect on scaled black claws. Itachi did not know if he could trust his partner to help him, but the alternative was death.

"Bring me Kisame."

The four-spiked eye of a martyr blinked animally, and the toothy choanal slit inside its beak separated the fading light as his messenger cawed its obedience. Air and dust from the downstroke puffed against his face, and Itachi was terrifyingly, relievingly, alone.

Itachi focused on breathing. In and out, like the waves on the sand of the mangrove shore. He wanted to cough, but some still-reptile part of his brain advised him that was unwise. The vibrant world of the sharingan had faded in the sad colors and weak detail of an ordinary human eye, and then to something less than that. Itachi did not know if he closed his eyes, he did not know how blind he was, some things he saw from multiple angles at once... He drew gentle swirls with his fingers in the mud. Tiny Vs like rising crows, no, they were gills, three tight chevrons next to esurient silver eyes. Why was there mud beneath him? The summer was hot and dry.

He could see a dead weasel on the ground next to him. A convocation of crows gathered in an impatient funeral. With plunging swordlike beaks they tore out the weasel's tongue. They raised its tiny black eyes, tender as berries, and the nerves slithered down their throats. A crow hopped over the corpse's ribs, it had three legs. They tore open Itachi's chest and bore into his heart and all was hot and red, and then, nothing.

He heard a hiss. Samehada, no, heal him damn you!

He felt wind on his face, and his head swung dizzily, though he didn't remember telling his legs to move. The being who smelled of ocean's salt took him somewhere; its humid scent was unfamiliar to him.

Two strange tall birds looked at him. One was orange with violet eyes and the other was violet with orange eyes.

"He needs a healer," the breath of salt sailed to the violet bird.

"I'm a sensory ninja. Not a medic. But there's a doctor in a village nearby."

The world shifted as the ocean bowed. "I'm sorry for assuming."

Shivering steel chilled Itachi's wet skin. A bee stung him on the arm. Someone gave him a glass of orange juice with a straw. It was sweet, tangy and delicious, bright as an orange blossom on a mud puddle. His attention drew to this glass of juice, and his surroundings sharpened. He became aware of a stranger in a white coat in the background.

"The IV will ease the desanguination. However, proceeding further has drawbacks..."

"Like what?" the ocean voice said.

Itachi was out of orange juice. He tried to get the doctor's attention, but he was busy. A blue hand gave him another juice. What a kind hand.

"Chakra-healing him will cause permanent scar tissue damage in his chest cavity. If we go through with this, he could have endurance problems for the rest of his life."

"And if you do nothing?"

"The internal bleeding will rot his organs, and in two days, sepsis will kill him."

"Please do all you can."

The doctor placed his cold hands on Itachi's bare chest. He felt he should have shivered, or flinched, but his body would no longer respond to its nervous impulses. A pulsing like ripples on a puddle spread across his body. It warmed his limbs like alcohol but dispelled the delirium like icewater.

Itachi coughed the blood clot that previously must have held his lungs together. The doctor grimaced.

"Excuse me," Itachi apologized through bloody teeth, looking up at an unfamiliar doctor from the red soaked towel.

The doctor's eyes traced to the medical-waste bin adjacent the chair, and Itachi deposited the towel there.

"How do you feel?" the doctor asked.

Itachi did not feel like answering. He looked instead at the two other menacing individuals in the room with him.

"You are, as usual, praised for your discretion," Konan, the violet crane, told the doctor in what was both thanks and a threat. She drew a black velvet pouch from her robe and paid him in gold coins. It seemed Konan at least was unconstrained by Kakuzu's budget. The pleased doctor accepted the gold without concern.

Itachi examined the treatment room. The equipment was modern, but it was on the ground floor of an ordinary building, with mud walls, and a glassless sunny window. Konan and Kisame stood backlit. He had thought he'd seen Pain, but their leader had not accompanied them to the doctor if he had been there at all. Itachi was not sure what he had imagined of the last hours and what was real. In as subtle a way as he could, he pressed his fingertips over his own eyelids, his tongue against his palette, to make sure they were real. That no crows had picked them out.

He looked at Kisame, his silver eyes were like cautious mirrors. In front of this doctor and Konan, Kisame's expression maintained a perfect mask of normality. Itachi was tempted to probe his thoughts, cast aside the flimsy tin shields guarding the man's mind and dive beneath. He could do it, but he didn't.

The three Akatsuki exited the building. Konan, tall for a woman at his height, walked on his right side with Kisame on his left. Her amber eyes slid to Itachi with aloof concern. "Who did this?"

"Anbu got a hit in while we slept. We took care of them," Kisame answered for him.

"It happens. Have someone professional clean your robes," she advised. She gave them each a gold coin. Little did she know they were already loaded with stolen cash. But they took the gold anyway.

She flared her angular paper wings, and Konan left the fire and water pair to their devices.

"Do we stink?" Itachi asked, turning the gold coin.

"Yes. Well, you do. I can't smell me."

The chakra healing left Itachi feeling disquietingly whole, minus a tightness in his chest. It had been since his Leaf Village days that he received effective treatment. The closest the Akatsuki pack of killers had to a field medic was Kakuzu, and well… fortunately Itachi had never needed his reattachment specialty. Or Sasori, who after a battle might aloofly recommend a certain plant. 'A purple mountain bloom with heart shaped leaves, but chew only its roots, for the pistil metabolizes a stealthy toxin when combined with hydrochloric acid…'

A stealthy toxin.

Kisame gave him a wary, perhaps expectant, side eye as the two men walked silently abreast.

"A question for you, Kisame."

"Yes?"

"You do understand, entrapping me would not be wise for your health," Itachi warned, eyes straight forward.

"You think I set you up."

"I entertain the possibility. You repeatedly asked me about the Infinite Tsukuyomi, interrogated me on the whisper of disagreement, and Zetsu reported it to Madara."

A daring smile. Kisame halted on the path. "Why don't you just look in my head and find out?"

Itachi used no genjutsu on Kisame. When he didn't, Kisame spoke.

"When you disappeared from that orchard, I imagined you and our leader had some Uchiha secrets to discuss. Or you pissed him off. That raven of yours found me, and with one look at your sorry carcass, I knew that you definitely pissed him off.

"But, if Madara wanted you dead, I would not have been able to help you."

Kisame's statement did not exactly exonerate him of double play. Obviously Madara had still had a use for Itachi in letting him live, and therefore Kisame would be instructed to treat him. But it did explain Kisame's train of thought. He believed Kisame was innocent of conducting any purposeful snare against him, for now. Perhaps in asking his questions, the wandering Kisame had just been curious on his worldview. And Itachi realized, he wanted to investigate his partner's principles as well.

"What happened after Madara took you?" Kisame asked.

"Madara used his ability to teleport me somewhere, through some other dimension. We exchanged words, then blows. When he let me live, I vowed my hatred."

"Hopefully he'll credit your rudeness to you being delirious from pain," Kisame continued. "Otherwise, you've got a problem on your hands."

Somehow Kisame's chastation relieved him.

"I know," Itachi agreed. "You need not worry about me. I'll hunt this beast of his — I would prefer not to die."

A short, sure laugh from Kisame.

Itachi's contract with Madara stood: the Leaf would be safe from him as long as he fell in the Akatsuki line. And Itachi would do whatever it took to serve the Will of Fire. Itachi was, for better or for worse, a master of small evils.

"In my hallucinations, I saw the three-legged crow, Yatagarasu. In the myth of my country, he heralds the emergence of gods," Itachi said.

"You've got some weird religion in the Leaf," Kisame dismissed.

"What is the folk religion in the Mist?" Itachi asked.

"Our elders say the world was born on the back of a giant turtle. And when that turtle dies, the world will sink back into the sea."

"So you learn how to swim," Itachi noted.

"I'm not saying I believe in giant turtle gods."

"What does Hoshigaki Kisame believe in then?"

A grunt, apparently.

Kisame was a being on the hunt, the hunt for some sort of belief system. He sought belonging in serving something greater than himself. So he attached himself to Akatsuki and the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Without it Kisame had no purpose and no self.

No, that last part was false.

"Thank you for helping me," Itachi said. "I apologize for accusing you of betraying me."

Kisame looked away from him and said, "Not a problem."

Itachi viewed the sky with his Sharingan. He searched for the ultraviolet aurora of the earth's magnetic field. Perhaps in a peaceful century, the Uchiha clan would reveal to scientists that this was the mystery of how birds migrated: they could see these magnetic, purplish, static in the sky that indicated latitude and north. But Itachi's ancestors taught him early to never reveal exactly how the Sharingan worked to outsiders. The magnetic field hazed in a weak aurora far to the northern horizon, indicating that they were further south than previously.

"Where exactly are we?" Itachi asked.

"Can you smell it? Land of Tea," Kisame answered.

An idea germinated in Itachi. It would be on the way. He thought of banished Susanoo, who wandering earth after his crimes, found his greatest weapon, his Totsuka Blade, in the belly of a giant serpent he had slain.

"I would like to speak with someone here."

"Never took you for one good at making friends."

"I'm not."

"Anything I should know about them?"

"If he licks you… bite him."

Kisame, expression amused, gestured for Itachi to lead the way.

In a few hours, the two dangerous men had arrived in an equally dangerous place.

With his Sharingan, Itachi noticed a small camouflaged snake emerge from a crack, flick its tongue, and recede. He was unsure if his target would answer his summons but it was worth trying. No, he would be answered. This man's greatest sin was curiosity. He would not be able to resist wondering why Uchiha Itachi was on his doorstep, even if it killed him.

The stonework hidden under the jungle vines began to tremble. Itachi had not seen this individual since their last clash in the Akatsuki. Itachi had paralyzed him with a glance and struck his body full of rods. He had not even needed the Tsukuyomi.

A slender white-skinned demon stepped from the revealed earthen cave. His venom-smooth androgynous voice coursed unruffled to the two ninja.

"The young crow approaches the snake at its den. Not how I expected your revenge, Itachi."

"If I wanted you dead, I would have done it already," Itachi commanded.

Orochimaru, somewhat more diplomatic than Itachi, narrowed his eyes. An uneasy wind blew between the two Leaf Rogues as Orochimaru waited for more information. Itachi was too merciless to speak twice.

"Orochimaru of the Sanin," Kisame broke the silence, stretching his lips over his teeth and maintaining eye contact in something between a greeting and a threat. "Good to meet you at last."

"And who are you?" the Sanin returned.

"Hoshigaki Kisame, formerly of the Hidden Mist. A pleasure."

"Mhm," Orochimaru hummed smug as a song, and his vertical pupils traced back to his main interest. The question was an insult: the most knowledgeable being in the five nations surely already knew who Hoshigaki Kisame was.

"I require information," Itachi said. He had reserved fatal judgement on Orochimaru at their last encounter in hopes that this Sanin's talents could be subverted. And one way or another, Itachi would collect his debts.

"Concerning?"

"Forbidden jutsu."

A sly, approving, perhaps flirtatious noise. "You know who to ask."

Orochimaru headed into his dark den, exposing his back in a gesture Itachi found coquette and arrogant. Orochimaru turned his head for Itachi to follow, and paced forward into the darkness. Kisame made eye contact with Itachi, sensing the matter was far more personal than it seemed. Perhaps Kisame's pause confirmed that he was welcome.

"Come," Itachi said. They needed to get away from where Zetsu could see them. And, he could use an ally's eyes in a house of the enemy. Itachi was not arrogant enough to think he was above being outsmarted by an Orochimaru with years to ruminate against him.

Like down the esophagus of a snake, the two rogues walked an earthen corridor after Orochimaru. Flaming sconces gleamed green on modern scientific equipment, and animal specimens lined the walls in glass jars. The jars contained mostly reptiles, but Kisame looked at a shark pup and a crow, and back at Itachi.

In the belly of his lair, Orochimaru halted before a green flaming hearth in a great stone hall. Library halls of tomes and scrolls stretched behind him. He faced Itachi with the flames at his back.

"How truly desperate you must be to come to me for wisdom, Itachi. However… my knowledge has a price."

Itachi did not come to trade.

"I've come to reap your debt. Your cooperation is wholly optional." Itachi's Sharingan spinned Mangekyou.

The fire at the hearth extinguished and it was completely, disorientingly black. Itachi and Kisame were blind. Itachi could not use his genjutsu without light. But he knew snakes could sense heat signatures as precisely as an eye could light. He felt Kisame tense next to him, and his arm reach for Samehada.

Stay calm, Itachi thought at Kisame. He would feel it in his body.

"There's no need for that," Orochimaru deescalated from the darkness. Apparently he had changed his mind on the payment.

"Good," Itachi maintained curtly. "We will continue this discussion in the light."

The green fire returned. Samehada slid back into its hilt. Itachi's eyes retracted to their normal red.

"So," Orochimaru said.

"Tell me all you know about the Second Hokage's instant transportation technique."

An amused purr. "Teleportation. My, my, who has got you on the run, Itachi?"

"We've got places to be," Kisame maintained. The Mist ninja was right.

Itachi cared little about being on time for their next mission in the Land of Rivers. But he had to conceal the exact target of his question from both Kisame and Orochimaru. Madara had no doubt used something related to the Second Hokage's technique for his dimension-hopping. And until Itachi had a way to bind Madara to this plane, Itachi knew he would lose their next fight.

"As much as I respect the Second, it was the young Fourth who was the true master of space-time techniques," Orochimaru said, stepping towards his library.

"I understand. The Flying Thunder-God technique gained the Yellow Flash a run-on-sight order from the enemy alliance, and created the illusion that he was in multiple places at once."

"You are not completely uneducated," Orochimaru pulled a scroll from the wall.

"I would also like to know how to disable it."

Orochimaru paused. "You mean, how an enemy could theoretically stop the Fourth from transporting himself."

"Yes."

"There is some research into this."

"By who?"

Orochimaru pulled a second scroll. "Minato himself. However, Minato's research went incomplete. It involved a sealing jutsu currently unreplicatable."

Orochimaru opened the scroll to Itachi. On it was written a simple character in a brownish ink.

"Human blood," Itachi noted. Aged.

"Minato's blood, specifically. Unfortunately, as you know, Namikaze Minato has been a corpse for thirteen years."

"There must be another way," Itachi said.

Orochimaru closed the scroll. "You could ask him."

"Make no jokes, or worse, threats, Orochimaru," Itachi warned.

Orochimaru dipped his sly head without submission. "I apologize."

Itachi examined Minato's blood scroll. "Are these two all you have on the transportation subject?"

"All that would be of succinct use to you."

Itachi turned the scroll in his hand. He would keep them both for study. Orochimaru was too wise to comment or object.

"We'll be taking our leave now." Itachi said.

"A moment."

Orochimaru presented Itachi with a snake's egg. It was rubbery and pill shaped, rather than hard and tear-drop shaped like a bird's.

"If you need to come here again, do be polite and use this."

Fair chance Itachi would awake to a snake hatchling poisoning him in his sleep, or find himself strapped on the demon's dissection table when activating it. But Itachi accepted the egg anyway. Same as the original Orochimaru, it could be researched, repurposed, or destroyed.

Itachi walked out of Orochimaru's lair, the two scrolls under his arm, purposefully slow and dominant. Then he and Kisame ran briefly in the daylight trees, not wanting to dwell in Orochimaru's territory, and slowed again to a walk when they thought themselves far enough from any possible backstabbing. Kisame extended the first of the two scrolls before him.

"'Mark the jutsu formula on the target...' how are we supposed to use this? We can't teleport ourselves to this country if we've never been there before."

"Indeed we cannot," Itachi said.

"Well!" Kisame closed the scroll with unusual enthusiasm. "Too bad your transportation idea didn't work. I suppose we'll have to travel to the Land of Rivers my way."

As he spoke, Kisame looked through the jungle trees at the emerging ocean.

Your way? Itachi battled a sinking premonition. "Does it involve giant sharks?"

"No."

Good.

"Just one question for you, Itachi."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever taken over a ship before?"

Author's note:

Aaand next up is chapter 8, the KisaIta zany sea adventure!

Many thanks to beta SilverLion for her help reviewing this chapter!

Thank you readers for being patient with this chapter. I had an especially difficult time navigating current world events and I had to leave my home. But it's important to weaponize your creativity when you're stuck in the unknown. Please share this story with your friends if you like it, and let me know what you think :D

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The Butterfly (Dream/Effect)

Mothra's going on a world tour. The Chen family is going on vacation. They arrange for a get together on an island just south of the Korean Peninsula.

Mothra and the Chens really do need to get caught up. It's been a few millennia, after all. And whether she realizes it or not, Mothra left them with quite an unusual legacy.

This is part of an ongoing series of KOTM oneshots. If you don't wanna read the others, all you need to know to understand this fic is that the Chen twins are sort of human shobijin and as such can communicate telepathically with Mothra, and in this AU Mothra survived Boston but lost a wing which is why she's riding around on Godzilla's back instead of flying. Links to the other fics are in the source at the bottom of this post.

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The tiny crew of a cargo ship stood on the deck and stared as a giant, prehistoric, radioactive, laser-breathing, amphibious reptile with a building-sized moth riding on his shoulder loomed out of the ocean beside them.

The reptile looked down at the chunk of floating metal three times longer than him and the dozen-odd microscopic primates that were steering it.

"That's so weird," the reptile muttered.

You've seen boats before. A few humans were waving. Mothra waved back.

"Sure, but they used to be wood. That's fine. Wood floats. Tricking metal into floating is weird."

Gesila (whose name wasn't always Gesila, but it was when the eyes of Mandarin-speaking humans were upon him) waded past the ship into deeper water, pushed off the sea floor, and switched to swimming on the surface. Mothra moved lower on his back.

That had been far from the only ship they'd seen so far—Gesila and Mothra seemed to have stumbled into one of the ships' migratory routes—but it was certainly the biggest yet.

"And they're loud, too," Gesila went on. "Underwater, I can't hear anything but the boats' hearts and stomachs now. And they've just been getting louder since I woke up. They're even drowning out the whales."

That's awful. If Gesila couldn't even hear the whales, then they probably couldn't hear each other, could they? How could they talk to each other. Mothra looked back at the ship more coolly. It didn't sound that loud to her, but Gesila had assured her that everything was louder underwater, and she had no reason to doubt him.

They had left Infant Island at the Chen twins' request to meet the rest of their family—two sets of ancestors and one set of descendants that had lived their lives knowing of her, at least in a vague sense, but had never had the opportunity to meet her. It ultimately worked out; Mothra needed to do a circuit of the world and check out her egg sites—reset their hatching timers, see where she needed to lay fresh eggs. It was convenient—beneficial, even—to stop at a nearby island on the circuit to meet some of the people that should have been her representatives before setting out.

And so she and Gesila turned toward Jeju Island off the coast of South Korea.

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"Look at this," Mei said, holding up another pamphlet. "Lava tubes! A hollow cave left behind by the volcano. We can walk a whole kilometer!"

"Ma," Huidie said tiredly, "you don't want to walk a kilometer in a cave. You're over eighty."

"And yesterday I saw a woman my age diving to catch octopus," Mei said. "If she can catch an octopus in nothing but a wet suit, I don't know why I can't walk a kilometer in a cave."

"Because you have arthritis, Ma."

Mei waved Huidie off with a huff and returned to the pile of pamphlets balanced carefully on her knees.

This was the first time Mei had left China since she'd retired from Monarch. She and and her daughters Congdie and Huidie typically got to see Ling for the major public holidays, Monarch permitting; but they rarely saw Ilene or the Chen family's youngest generation, Athena and Diana, for more than a week in December and a week in the summer—and it was hard to spend time with them one-on-one with the rest of the family dividing their attention and eager to see their wayward American relatives. It was high time that all four generations have a family vacation, twins only.

More importantly, though, it was a chance for the family to meet Mothra.

Ilene and Ling had arranged this trip several days ago—negotiating back and forth while speaking with Mothra on Infant Island, skyping with Dr. Russell in Colorado who was currently babysitting Ilene's children, and chatting with their mother and aunt in Beijing over WeChat. Mothra had needed to make a tour to inspect her eggs, the Chens had wanted this vacation whether they met Mothra or not, and it hadn't been be difficult for the Chens to assemble on Jeju Island and wait for Godzilla to bring Mothra right to them.

Monarch made the arrangements with the nearby nations—no firm promises from North Korea, but China and South Korea had agreed not to swarm the traveling titans with military escorts as long as Monarch could assure them that they were on a pre-planned route and definitely not going to flatten any cities. In fact, Monarch could even promise that no less than two current Monarch agents and three retired ones would be on site when the titans swung by South Korea, which did a great deal to soothe any ruffled feathers.

With that promise of relative privacy, the Chen family trooped out in shorts and shirts and sandals and sun hats, found an isolated stretch of coastline away from the more popular beaches the tourists to Jeju usually visited, helped Mei and Huidie down an uneven slope to where water washed over rocky shore, and waited for their visitor to arrive.

And in the meantime, planned out the rest of their vacation.

"I'd kind of like to go hiking," Congdie said, to Mei's delight and Huidie's exasperation. Congdie and Huidie were sitting on either side of Mei, who insisted that the water washing over her feet didn't bother her a bit on such a warm, sunny day, but wore a towel like a blanket spread across her and her daughter's knees anyway in deference to their concern. It held a dozen glossy travel brochures out of the water. "Look, there's a hiking trail on the volcano. We can do it in a day if we get up early."

"We could do it in a day when we were their age," Aunt said, gesturing toward Ilene, busy with keeping her daughters entertained, and Ling, checking Monarch's titan tracking app to see how close Godzilla and Mothra were. "We're old. My knees can't take a volcano, can yours?"

"Maybe there's an easier route," Congdie said. "I miss getting out in the field."

Huidie waved her off dismissively. "We're on vacation. It's not going to be like getting out in the field no matter what. Look—" she held out another brochure, "there's a couple of spas that look nice. I like the sound of that. Don't you?"

Congdie huffed.

"What about the local culture?" Mei asked. "I haven't spoken with a mudang since Park Chung-lee got a hold of them." (She said this with great disdain. Before joining Monarch, she'd spent years in South Korea, learning what she could about the local religions that the adherents were willing to share, documenting old oral traditions that had been passed down for generations. She was invested enough to take personal offense when the government's "anti-superstition" policies in the 1970s attempted to stamp them out. She saw more parallels than she'd like to the treatment of folk religion in her own nation at the same time.) "I've heard the practice is reviving, I'd like to see if it's true on Jeju."

"It's mainly baksu on Jeju, not mudang," Ilene said distractedly, glancing away from her daughters playing in the surf for only a split second before her gaze focused right back on them. "They've got more male priests than female. They even have different stories about the origins of baksu—they ascribe it to a prince rather than a princess."

Ling, who had moved atop a tall rock and was glancing between her phone and the horizon, said, "I think I see them."

The whole family fell silent, turning toward the horizon. Even Athena and Diana only splashed each other a moment longer before catching the mood and craning their heads to see what their elders were looking at.

And there, on the horizon, they could faintly see Mothra's head and one half-raised wing.

No one said a word for nearly a minute.

"She doesn't look that big," said Athena.

Ilene laughed. "Wait until she gets closer."

Ling, Ilene, Athena, and Diana drew toward their seated elders as Mothra approached. Only Ling and Ilene didn't react when they began to feel her psychic influence, by now used to it. Athena and Diana clapped their hands on their heads at the same time, looked at each other, and burst into quiet giggles. Congdie gasped sharply and Huidie reached for her hand. Mei, who had remained warm, smiling, and collected at her own twin sister's funeral, blinked fast to stop a tear from rolling down her cheeks.

A couple of far ships crested the horizon, more vaguely trailing the titans than actually pursuing them; by the time they were visible, Mothra was close enough that they could make out the scutes on her ride. Diana excitedly whispered "Godzilla" to Athena, whose initial giggles had worn off and left her staring almost petrified at the approaching titans—who were, in fact, that big.

Hello.

The family collectively jumped at Mothra's greeting—Ilene and Ling not because they hadn't been expecting it, but because everyone else's starts startled them. Diana cupped her hands around her mouth and bellowed "HELLO!" back, which made everyone but Athena start again.

Godzilla's back hunched as he moved into shallow enough water that he had to push off against the ground with his arms rather than swim outright—even at that, he was still in deep enough water to drown a human several times over—and he stopped once he was close enough that Mothra could hop off and delicately walk the rest of the way to shore herself. They all stood as she approached; Congdie helped Mei to her feet and Ling helped Huidie.

They had to crane their necks to look up at Mothra, even when she folded up her front legs to rest her chest on the rocks in front of them. They could feel her pleasure at seeing all of them—nothing near the various awe and jubilation the Chens felt at the sight of her, but the same sort of pleased satisfaction that came from visiting a distant town that one hasn't been to in a decade and finding that one's favorite restaurant is still in business and the elderly chef remembers your face. You know who I am, Mothra thought, but allow me to properly introduce myself anyway. I am Mothra. She thought without language, her sentiment automatically translating into words in each of her audience members' minds: Mosila to the five elders, Mothra to the two children. And who are you?

"I'm Athena-like-the-Greek-goddess!" As she always introduced herself, explanation included. Before Ilene could chastise her for not giving her elders a turn first, Athena's younger sister piped up, "And I'm Diana, like Wonder Woman!"

Which was not who she was named after; "Diana" the Roman name for the Greek goddess Artemis, chosen instead of the Greek because it was easier to write in Mandarin—dai-an-na rather than the cumbersome a-er-te-mi-si—and it allowed both girls' names to end with the same character for "na." But if comparisons to Wonder Woman has finally cured her sulking over getting "the boring name," Ilene wasn't going to discourage it.

She cast Mei an apologetic look for her daughters. Mei simply chuckled and looked up at Mothra. "I'm Chen Mei. Just Mei."

You are missing one.

Mei slowly nodded. "My elder sister passed on a couple of years ago."

Remarkable. Usually my twins die close together—within a few months at most. But you look well. The psychic inflection behind the word my was odd; not like she was claiming ownership over "her" twins, but like she was taking responsibility for them.

Mei shrugged. "If I'd died without meeting you first, she would have killed me."

Mothra's antennae twitched as she puzzled her way through the human humor. Then I'm glad you can now meet her without fear.

"But not for another few years, Ma," Congdie said lowly. Feeling Mothra's attention focus on her like a single sunbeam through the clouds, she straightened up. "I'm Chen Congdie. It's an honor to finally meet you."

Her younger twin said, "And my name is Huidie, and I've got a bone to pick with you."

"Sister!"

Do you now? Mothra asked serenely.

Huidie waved off Congdie's scowl. "You've put my family through a load of trouble! Maybe it's no problem for a moth, but do you know how hard it is for a human woman to be a single mother? Especially with twin daughters?"

And this was the main reason the Chen family had taken such pains to meet with Mothra alone, remaining isolated enough that even if anyone tried to record them from afar they'd just be vague dark-haired pale-skinned woman-shaped blurs. At Ilene and Ling's insistence, Monarch hadn't even released the names of the translators who'd been providing transcripts of Mothra's conversations with other titans; nobody outside a select few colleagues and loved ones knew about the family's connection to her. They'd like to keep it that way.

And they had some matters to discuss with her now that they couldn't let anyone else overhear.

For generations, Chen women had given birth to twin girls—without the assistance of a father. Usually between the ages of twenty and twenty-five. Usually only one half of each pair became a mother in such an unusual way—unless they were living far apart, in which case both might get pregnant independently. The twin girls would always be their firstborn children, no matter how early or often they'd tried for children with a husband; some women had tried and failed to conceive for half a decade, had their twin pregnancy, and then easily conceived their next children. A miscarried or aborted twin pregnancy would just be followed by another twin pregnancy about a year later, as would the infant death of one of the twins; only once a set of twins reached about the age five would the death of one not cause their mother to have another set. The right contraceptives would reliably put off the inevitable pregnancy—Ilene hadn't stopped taking contraceptives until she had received her Ph.D., been hired by Monarch, and felt ready to start a family—but not all contraceptives successfully prevented this spontaneous conception even when they prevented normal conception. They'd been living with this miraculous burden for hundreds of years that they knew of, perhaps thousands of years that they'd forgotten; they'd had a long time to observe, to speculate, to experiment, to puzzle out the limits and rules and exceptions, and to pass on their knowledge to their children.

There was some small comfort in the certainty of twin girls. Whether they wanted them or not, each Chen girl at least knew it would happen when she grew up, either to herself or to her sister; and every mother and aunt prepared every daughter and niece for the inevitability of either spontaneous daughters or the task of supporting one's sister through them.

But the consequences outweighed the comfort. For starters: 50/50 odds that the decision to become a mother would be completely out of their hands and control, and that it would start with two children at once. If one of them wasn't married by the time her mysterious pregnancy manifested, she risked local infamy; and even if the impact of the scandal was mitigated by the support she'd receive from her female relatives, it could follow her for years. If she wanted to avoid that, her only option was a shotgun marriage to whoever would agree, and it would have to be arranged quickly enough to pass off her pregnancy to the public as the result of her new husband; passing it off to him as his own was harder, and there were steep dangers in quickly marrying a near stranger who'd soon realize that his new bride had wed him already pregnant.

Having the twins inside an established marriage wasn't without danger either, because what if the new twins decided to conceive themselves a month their faux father was out of town? What if a husband had distinct enough physical features that he grew uneasy when his firstborn daughters were the spitting image of their mother but didn't have any looks in common with him?

What about more modern problems—what about how employers, especially more traditional ones, would look at an employee who began showing that she was with child but wasn't married? What about how employers in general looked down on the career potential of expectant mothers? What about how frustrating it was for an unmarried mother get healthcare and schooling for her children without paying exorbitant fees or producing their "father"—and if she brought in a fake boyfriend to play the father long enough to register the children, what did they do if, as so often was the case for births out of wedlock, they requested a DNA test to confirm that the man was related to the children?

These were issues that all of the adult Chens had turned over and over—either ones relevant in their own lives or ones they had wondered about on behalf of their ancestors. Ilene had tried to shield her daughters from them, but even Athena and Diana were vaguely aware of the fact that they'd been born in the United States mostly because of their mother's work, but partially because it was easier for children without fathers to get American social security cards than Chinese household registration records. None of these concerns were directly shared with Mothra; but they felt her stir through their old family knowledge all the same, her mind washing over their memories like the surf washing over their ankles.

I'm familiar with wedlock, Mothra thought, in a way that indicated a sort of vague theoretical knowledge not unlike how the average telemarketer who'd made the mistake of majoring in art history might be "familiar with" the concept of photosynthesis. I know that many human cultures value completing that ritual before reproducing. My representatives have usually been considered exceptions to that rule, though—their communities have considered their unique ability to reproduce independently something worthy of reverence. Yours did.

Huidie laughed bitterly. "Maybe it did, a millennium ago," she said. "We don't even know where that community was. Humans move and memories are short."

You don't know your home? Mothra asked, surprised.

At the word home, the seven of them thought of four completely different neighborhoods: three in Beijing and one in San Jose.

"All we have is a myth of the place we originally came from," Ling said.

It was one that had been passed down for generations, mothers to daughters, a fairy tale for three-year-olds to explain why almost all the girls in their family had twins when no one else did. Once a butterfly the size of a mountain cast its shadow over a small village and landed on a cliff overlooking the sea. Everyone in the village was terrified of the butterfly except for one young woman, who that night dreamed that she was the butterfly, traveling over the sea. When she woke up, she could hear singing that no one else could. She scaled the cliff and sang the song to the butterfly, who was so pleased she granted the woman twins, born only from the butterfly's blessing, as well as twins to all her descendants; and gifted the village with silk that could be woven into clothes strong enough to stop arrows, enough silk to fill a ship.

Affronted, Mothra thought, Butterfly?

"We've never written it down. We lost a few details over the centuries," Congdie said apologetically.

Ilene said, "I actually think the story cross-pollinated at some point with Zhuangzi's butterfly dream. 'I dreamed I was a butterfly, but when I woke up, I didn't know if I was a man dreaming I was a butterfly or if I'm a butterfly dreaming I'm a man.' The silk suggests that the story was originally about a silkworm moth. It's really quite fascinating—I've been trying to reverse-engineer our original story based on what other stories might have influenced it over time."

And it was a fine story for inside the family; but try it on a husband or a neighbor and expect to be called a liar, a lunatic, cursed, or worthy of exploratory medical examination.

So they'd kept it their family secret. Passed down orally from generation to generation, along with family anecdotes never written down, the private Chen mythology, the clever ways they lived with their unique biology.

Here a married and an unmarried sister who had switched places for almost a year when the unmarried one became pregnant, and a baffled husband who spoke of how his wife grew cold and distance during her first pregnancy, how her milk had stopped only two months after the births, and how her body had recovered so fast it looked like she'd never given birth at all.

There a younger brother taken into his older sisters' confidence who had been sent home in disgrace for "accidentally" destroying several imperial census records in the Yellow Register Archives through his "carelessness," erasing evidence of his own maternal ancestors in order to protect them from the possibility that some future governmental official might notice they produced twin girls not just three or four lucky generations in a row, but for centuries.

A twin who had children giving one to a sister who wanted a daughter and raising them from infancy as cousins rather than siblings. Women who claimed they felt, from hundreds of miles away, when something happened to their duplicates. Girls who woke up feeling as though they remembered a song they'd never heard before, to be told by their mothers and aunts and grandmothers and grandaunts that they knew the song too but had never sung it in the girls' lives.

"We've been trying to figure out where we came from for a long time," Congdie said. "Ma and her sister, my sister and I, my nieces... The only compass we've had is our myth."

Tao and Mei, sharing their mother's fear in the fifties that the Chinese Communist Party's attempts to eradicate folk religions would also eradicate anyone else's memories of the myth that explained their family, turned themselves from unambitious teenagers into untrained researchers. Mei traveled between rural communities collecting old local beliefs, even having her daughters on the road. When she married a man who was pleased to offer his services when she said the girls had no other father that wanted them and who didn't need to know more when she didn't want to say more, she simply brought him along on the road with her. Tao dug through papers and records hundreds of years old to try to pick out traces of their family farther back than their living memory could recall. She'd even found a point where their twin matrilineal line had branched at the tail end of the Ming dynasty when the sisters had been separated as teenagers and each had twin daughters; she'd lost these cousins' paper trail sometime in the 1850s, but thought their descendants might still be alive somewhere today. And with Monarch's assistance, as the state mounted pressure against folk religions and the people who championed them, they'd quietly left China with their families and their research to continue documenting folk religions in Korea, Taiwan, the Philippines, and Indonesia.

(Ironically, they'd even made it to Infant Island, never knowing how close they'd come to finding out their past. The islanders, who over the past few centuries had grown justifiably wary of foreigners asking about their beliefs, had shown the Monarch agents to some interesting fossilized bones of what happened to be a Titanus gojira specimen, as a test to see what they'd do. When the first thing they did was start snapping pictures, the islanders had hastily explained that these days the population was half Muslim and half Hindu and really none of them remembered very much about their local folktales—did you say "Mosura" was the name the Dutch colonists had written down for this... yakshini? No, never heard of her, they must've named the wrong island—while a handful of kids were sent running into town to go hide their moth-wing-patterned wooden shields.)

Congdie, deeply impressed at five years old by the Godzilla bones and seeking physical proof of the "butterfly," had gone into paleontology, and to this day any college powerpoint presentation on insect fossils included an average of three photographs she herself had taken. Huidie, seeking the people who had invented the butterfly, had gone into archaeology, and was hailed by the CCP for rediscovering ancient human settlements that even China's long memory had forgotten and digging up temples that a generation earlier they'd tried to bury; together, they unearthed bones and buildings along half the east coast of Asia.

Ilene and Ling had both followed their grandmother into mythology, albeit in different directions: Ilene had climbed to the upper echelons of academia to study beliefs that stretched across the planet, spending her time in universities and libraries rather than small villages, hoping to either find parallels in other stories to their own or else find a new perspective that might give them a new avenue to search; and Ling had taken cues from both her grandmother and her aunt, traveling again through rural communities to seek local knowledge of prior cultures and using that to find old ruins and religious sites.

Their butterfly myth had even touched the lives of Ilene's daughters, from birth named for two famous foreign goddesses whose virtues she hoped they'd emulate: Athena whose most prized possessions were a dense book on Greek mythology with the pages describing her namesake earmarked, and a precious illustrated edition of Journey to the West (purchased in San Francisco's Chinatown before it was flattened by MUTOs) which she used to motivate herself in Chinese class; Diana who would look at entomologist Dr. Mancini's insect collection with Madison any time Ilene took her to work and who constantly drew self-portraits with insect wings (sometimes also sporting a Wonder Woman-esque costume and a "moth silk lariat").

And generation after generation, without meaning to and without trying to, their research brought them all to Monarch.

And at last, Monarch had brought them to Mothra.

She read the family's lives—between the seven of them, over a combined three centuries of experiences—in seconds, sifting through everything they'd ever known and ever been. I understand, Mothra thought. I'm sorry that I left your family for so long that you felt the need to search so diligently for me. It's sometimes difficult to wrap my mind around how short your lives are—or that you can't pass your memories on to your descendants as I do. I never intended for my gift to be such a burden.

"Well," Huidie said, "maybe I'll forgive you."

"You didn't even have twins," Congdie snipped, "you've got nothing you need to forgive."

"I can decide whether to forgive her on behalf of my family," she said grandly.

I can't remove my modifications from any grown humans, Mothra said, but when they become pregnant, I can change Athena and Diana's children so that they won't parthenogenetically produce twins, if you want.

"I think that decision should be up to them," Ilene said, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. She'd meant when they're old enough to worry about kids, but they each immediately voiced their opinions: "I don't want babies." "I want them to have dragonfly wings!"

I can't give humans dragonfly wings, Mothra thought.

Diana flung her hands up, as though to ask then what good are you?

"They'll think about it," Ilene said.

In the meantime—I can at least answer your questions about where you came from. Images filled their heads: a small fishing community that had popped up on the coast near a hill millennia ago; the hill concealing a subterranean hollow that held one of Mothra's buried eggs; a half dozen excited teens who'd abandoned their chores and ignored the warnings of their families in order to scramble up the hill and inspect the colossal moth; one girl, just a little bit more psychic than her neighbors, who had heard the song stuck in Mothra's head and sang it to her, and as a reward had won for herself and her village stewardship over Mothra's egg.

Ling gasped quietly, and Mei nodded; the hill had collapsed, the nearby flora had been replaced with a small town, and the shore was now a port, but they both recognized the landscape all the same. Ling had visited it to follow up on a myth Mei had recorded there fifty years earlier: a goddess had placed her baby in a cradle near the village and left it under the protection of two attendants, but under the cover of a furious storm, three white snakes had disguised themselves as bolts of lightning to sneak past the attendants and devour the baby. No butterflies in dreams, no girls that heard songs nobody else could hear. And yet it was part of the same story. Two different compasses pointing at the same truth from different directions.

If your family chooses to continue on as my representatives, I can ensure any of your descendants will be born knowing their history as well, Mothra thought, so no matter how many more generations pass, your family won't forget where you came from again. I wouldn't ask you to waste any more lives just trying to find your own past.

"My sister didn't consider her life wasted," Mei said firmly. "Neither do I. Nor do my daughters and granddaughters."

Mothra's mind brushed over the family's memories again, checking for the truth of Mei's proclamation. They'd all lived strange lives; but they'd also lived rich lives, glorious lives full of gods and monsters; and while none of them would have chosen to force such a life on every generation of their family for millennia, each of them would have gladly chosen this life for herself.

I'm glad.

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Once Mothra and Godzilla had departed, the Chen family beat a hasty retreat before anyone could get close enough to identify them, managed to find two taxis that hadn't fled to the far side of the island at the titans' approach, and returned to their hotel for a late lunch.

As Ilene drilled her children on what they were not going to tell the other kids at school about what they'd done on summer break, and Congdie and Mei tried to talk Huidie into into touring the lava tunnel, Ling emailed Monarch about a small hill along the northeast coast of China that might have the remains of an ancient Mothra egg.

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They'd traveled far enough that Mothra's mount's name had changed from Gesila to Gojila to Gojira—and soon any human names would cease to touch him at all—before she spoke to him. Do you ever stop to think about the huge impact even tiny actions can have on humans?

Gojira contemplated the question so long and so deeply it felt to Mothra like his brain was trying to form its own weather system. And then, after this prolonged moment of deep meditation, he said, "Nah."

Mothra rapped on his skull with her legs.

"All impacts are huge to something tiny," Gojira said. "Why? Do you?"

When I alter the way my future generations will be born, it's always just a slight tweak to me. I'm only stuck with it for a couple of centuries if it doesn't work out. Then I can declare the experiment a failure and go back to how things were,Mothra thought. But in humans, in the span of a couple of centuries, eight or nine generations can be born whose entire lives will be affected by a tiny tweak. And what about when I can't get back to them in a couple of centuries? What about when it takes millennia? If human society changes enough that what was once a boon becomes a burden...

Gojira considered that. "You can't help if humans change."

Perhaps I could help by not getting involved in the first place.

"How do you know that would help? Maybe what you gave them let their family survive millennia longer than it would have," Gojira said. "Every little thing everyone does permanently changes the future, right? We don't know how the little things now will affect big things millennia later. You just got to see a more obvious consequence of that than most of us do. Don't blame yourself for not predicting the future."

She rapped on his head again. When did you get so smart?

"After hanging out with you."

Still. She fell silent a moment, listening to the sound of the ocean. Straining to hear human ships in the distance. Wondering how their noise disturbed the future in ways she couldn't yet see. Still. I think I should be more careful with humans.

"You're already more careful with them than anybody else I know."

Maybe so; but nobody else Gojira knew was intimately, telepathically aware that, no matter how small and brief humans were, each and every one of them contained a whole, complete, sentient person. An entire brilliant vibrant life that flared and vanished as soon as it had ignited.

And yet they carried on anyway, their societies marching on in defiance of their finite timespans—the way one ember on dry wood could ignite five more could ignite fifty more, the way an inferno was just a billion tiny embers all together, pushing outward and consuming as it went.

Could she be certain she wouldn't smother a few embers by accident? Who was she to play with fire?

They continued silently swimming east.

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Mother dragon (11); Winchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay first of all I would like to thank everyone who was patient with me for this next part of Mother Dragon. College has been such a bitch lately with essays, homework, and final projects that needed my attention cause in just a few weeks I’ll be graduating and I want every grade to count. So thos those who have waited patiently, I want to thank you soooooo much :)

And I would like to say I apologize for the shortness that this part maybe I wanted it to be longer but with what I had in mind, it needed to be it’s own chapter so I kinda left you guys on a cliffhanger *Salem’s evil laugh* But here we are finally shown our villian of the pic and boy do I have a special face cast in mind for him and for some (or most) of you you’ll end up screaming in your seats (it’s a goodie :))

Anyways idk when I’ll have pt.12 up it’ll possible be after I’m done with school and done with all my final papers/exam. But when I do, it’ll be nothing but pure updates of the series cause I’ve got the ending done and had it done for awhile, so I hope this satisfies your hunger for Mother Dragon until then :)

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*3rd Person POV*

In the beautiful and one of the top capitals in all of England, Liverpool. There along a stretch of 20,000 acres of forests and woodland as well as a river path which lead to the sea stood a mansion as well as a warehouse jointed beside it.

Walking around the perimeter of the house were men and women carrying large guns that looked more like military weapons when suddenly they heard the sounds of three dragons roaring. They cocked their guns but as soon as they saw through the streetlights guiding the dragons to land safely, they knew better and lay down their weapons.

From inside the mansion a short, stoutly man who appeared to be in his late 50’s, bald and wore a white lab coat raced through the corridors until he reached the double doors that led to what looked like a study room.

Although it looked more like a master bedroom due to the size of it. Along with old antiques dating back all the way to the Medieval times, there were also dragon bones décor the entire place. Hanging along the wall like prized game like a hunter would sport an animal head on a mount.

There at the center of the room was a large Victorian desk and leaned forward asleep on said desk that sported dozens of maps was a man with unruly brown curly hair that made him look like a shaggy lion.

He was a well-built man. Not too buff, but definitely not lean, along his left upper bicep just below his shoulder was a tattoo of the symbol of Saint George slaying the dragon.

“Sir. Sir.” The doctor spoke in what sounded like a German or Swiss accent. He then entered inside the study room and walked up to the desk toward the sleeping man and said, “Pardon my intrusion sir, but your dragons have returned with the recent capture….” The man sleeping on the desk took a dagger and slammed it repeatedly on compass that was on the table, smashing it to pieces.

He tiredly raised his head up to reveal that he had a small mustache and beard, had piercing green eyes, and scars all over his face, including one that went down from the crown of his head, over his left eye and stopped to his cheek. He sleepily glared at the doctor and whispered.

“I was dreaming Doctor Zemo…..of the Alpha.”

“Deacon?” question the doctor now known as Zemo.

“And in my dream; I was—a magnanimous hero.” The man sat up against his tall chair which was engraved gold and red velvet cushions. “To the people of world.” He took a sip of some clear drink probably either vodka or ale.

But the surprise fact was when he lifted his other arm, there was only a stump left down to his mid-forearm.

“I even thanked the head of the Alpha. For his kind taking away my arm.” Which made the doctor cringe because his arm was not only taken away, but also burned to 3rd degree. “And for allowing me to get this fine arm. For gutting, and ripping throats of his own kind. Where one takes a piece of me. I take millions from him.”

The man continued to brag as he now brought out a metal arm with dragon-like claws at the end and as soon as he put it back on, it activated and he wriggled his fingers around testing it.

“So the dragons made you a better trapper sire?” asked Doctor Zemo.

“Made me better?” question the metal armed man.

He walked towards the doctor forcing him to walk backwards as the man continued,

“My bloodline goes all the way back to the first dragon killer Saint George. I never needed such luck such as this arm to make me better. YOU THINK I’M BETTER BECAUSE OF THIS!?!?” He roared in the Doctor’s face, his index claw just barely a centimeter away from piercing Zemo’s eye.

“No, no Lord Percy, no.” Zemo stammered. Percy glared soullessly at the Doctor before pushing up his glasses back from his nose up to the bridge of it. “Thank you.”

“Thank Lucifer his Beta went deaf.” Percy got out of Zemo’s face and went back over to his desk to put his metal arm into a bowling pot of water. Filled with flour, vinegar and salt to clean up the metal claws and buffer them up a bit as he continued, “If that cousin of yours hadn’t put him in the river, he’d have killed me by now. Why did you wake me doctor?”

“Lord Percy; your dragons have come back. And they brought back the one that killed Dragon 346782.” Percy shot his arm up, his claws now shining under the light of his office dripping with left over vinegar.

“Show me the beast!” he hissed.

Once the dragons fully landed and dragged the unconscious body of (y/n) towards the mansion, Percy as well as some other trappers and hunters gathered around. The dragon that held (y/n) in it’s grip dropped her down like a piece of meat.

“That is no beast. It’s a girl.” Said Doctor Zemo.

“I can see that it’s a girl you imbecile! Now why did this stupid reptiles bring me a human!?” he yelled at the acid spitters which made them submit fearfully as they backed away.

“Hey boss, you seen the armor she’s wearing?” asked a strongly built hunter who had a crossbow strapped to his back. Percy knelt down and touched the armor and was in awe.

“Dragon skin?”

“You think she’s a hunter too? Trapper even?”

“Whoever this girl is, she’s valuable. But we can’t have her rushing away so quickly. At least not before I get the chance to talk to her. Take her to the guest quarters and alert me when she wakes up.”

“Yes boss.” He then flung (y/n) over his shoulder and Percy couldn’t help but stare at the unconscious girl with intriguing eyes.

Meanwhile miles away as the sun began to rise, Warren flew back towards the den hoping to find the Winchester brothers and Castiel.

He flew as fast as he could back towards the den hoping to find them and give them the helmet that (y/n) had given them as a warning that something bad had happened to her.

Back at the den, Sam and Dean just woke up and walked out of the den to see Castiel standing out almost as if he were on patrol.

“What’s going on Cas?” asked Sam.

“It’s been a couple of days since (y/n) left the den and I’m beginning to worry about her.”

“Wait you—you mean to tell me (y/n) is gone again!?” Dean snapped.

“Can’t you find her? Use the Enochian tracker you placed on us?”

“I am but—it’s like I’m being blocked from seeing her.” Soon coming over the horizon, Cas saw Warren flying toward them. “But I think I might know someone who might know. Warren’s back, and he was the reason she left the den.”

“I swear if that British blonde-headed dick killed her or even laid a scratch on her, I don’t care what will be his fate, I’ll end it right here, right now.” Sneered Dean.

Soon enough Warren landed panting heavily as his wings tucked back into his back.

“And where the hell have you been?” snapped Dean. Warren looked up and said.

“What?”

“I said where the hell have you been?!”

“You’ll have to speak up Winchester I—I’m a little hard at hearing, especially after long flights.” Before Dean could pop his lid off, Cas held him back before walking towards the dragon.

“Where’s (y/n)? I know she went after you the other day after the rumble with Kisara.”

“She did come after me yes. And she kept trailing me, stubborn girl you have to deal with.”

“She can be that. But where is she Warren?”

“We got caught in one of Percy’s traps. Soon more of his dragons, the acid spitter that invaded the nest shortly after you all found out about her little dragon secret. She sent me back here to you three to give you this.” Taking out of his black leather jacket was (y/n)’s dragon helmet. “She used herself as a decoy allowing me to escape. But I’m afraid she might’ve been kidnapped and taken to Percy.”

“The same Percy that’s been hunting you all?” asked Cas. Warren nodded. Cas looked down at the helmet and said to Warren. “Stay here, I’ll talk to the brothers.” He then turned away and walked back towards the Winchesters.

“So what’s going on Cas? Did he hurt her?”

“No. In fact it’s worse than her getting injured by a deaf dragon with anger management issues. She’s being taken by those acid spitters to Percy. The dragon hunter that’s been after this nest for years now.”

“Wait you mean the one Deacon and Stephen told us about in that story?” asked Dean.

“Yes. He comes from a long line of dragon hunters, going back to the very first known dragon slayer.”

“Saint George.” Answered Sam.

“Correct.”

“Wait but why would he want (y/n)?” asked Dean. “And just where does this guy live?”

“Do you think Warren might know?” Sam suggested.

“It’s a longshot but maybe.”

“How do we know we can trust him? I mean guys c’mon after all he’s tried to kill (y/n) on several occasions, he almost killed Kisara’s first litter of unborn babies, he’s not exactly on our side.”

“On our side or not, he still came back and told us where (y/n) is at and gave us this.” Cas said as he held up her dragon helmet. “And the more time we waste here, the more time Percy could be doing who knows what to her. If he’s as ruthless as I’ve heard, then there’s no doubt he’ll treat (y/n) like any other dragon he can get his hands on.”

Soon the three hunters were in agreement.

“Hey Warren!” Dean exclaimed. The blonde dragon looked up at them and Dean continued, “You got any idea where Percy’s hideout is?”

“I might know the way. But getting in there won’t be easy. Not only does he have his lackie trappers and hunters guarding the entire perimeter of his home, but he also allows his acid spitters to patrol. You three won’t last long.”

“Well we’ve survived worse. Plus she’s our sister. And we don’t leave family behind.” Said Sam. Warren exhaled through his nose deeply and muttered.

“I may live to regret this.” He then phased into his dragon form and lowered his right wing for the brothers and the angel. All three of them climbed up onto Warren’s back and he took off flying.

However they were unaware of the snake-like dragon that was listening in from the shadows of the den.

As they flew higher in the sky, Castiel heard Warren’s voice say to him.

‘Give me that helmet. I’ll be able to track her easier if I have something that has her scent.’ Cas then handed the mask to Sam and said to him.

“Give that to Warren.” Sam nodded and as Warren curled his neck inward, Sam lowered the helmet so that Warren could take a deep inhale of (y/n)’s scent. He extended his neck back outwards and sniffed a couple of times before his pupils sharpened into a snake’s and he let out a roar.

“He’s got her. Hang on!” Cas told the brothers and almost on a dime, Warren flew faster towards Percy’s mansion.

*My POV*

When I finally woke up, I found myself in some sort of prison. Unlike the prison cell back in the dragon’s den, this felt like I was in an actual prison cell. There was nothing but metal walls all around me, however instead of being chained up against the wall I was lying on a bed.

“What the hell?” I muttered. I soon heard locks on the door being unlocked and as soon as it opened, there stood a woman with short black hair, stern cold brown eyes and a tattoo of a raven on the side of her neck.

“You’re awake. That’s good.” She said in an ‘I don’t care’ kind of tone.

“Yeah, and who are you?”

“My name is irrelevant to you. The boss would like to see you.”

“So soon? Whatever will I wear?” I sassed at her and it was at that moment I was slammed against the wall being pinned by her and she sneered.

“Don’t get cute kid!”

“Ah, ah, ah remember what I had said earlier Jane dear.” We both turned and there I saw a man with a messy mane of curly brown hair, I noticed that he only wore one black glove on his right hand. The woman glared at the man before literally dropping me down to the floor and trudging out of the room in a huff. “So sorry about her love, Jane can be quite—eccentric at times.”

“I’ve dealt with worse.” I said as I stood back up and rubbed my neck.

“You don’t seem like one whose dealt with worse.” He said.

“Believe me you don’t know the half of it.”

“Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Percy.” He said as he held out his bare hand instead of the gloved one. I was skeptical about him but I shook his hand.

“Diana Fischer.” I gave him one of my many FBI alias that I came up with along with Sam and Dean. “Where—exactly am I?”

“In my mansion. 20,000 acres of forests and woodlands that have belonged to my family for generations.”

“Damn, my childhood neighborhood was only an acre.”

“Well when you come from a privileged bloodline it comes with the territory. I never really cared for much of it. It’s just for show if I’m honest.”

“So why am I here? Surely a rich man with a house such as this doesn’t just bring guests like me over? Much less with a dragon welcoming committee.”

“Ahh yes. See they’re really just for security purposes really. Something my team decided was a good idea.” Of course I knew he was lying because I knew the real reason why thanks to my son and his friends.

“Of course. And they just assumed I was a threat.”

“Afraid so, but don’t worry I will deal with them later. Oh silly me where are my manners you must be starving poor girl, please why don’t you join me for dinner? Maybe have a drink. You—are legal to drink right?”

“Yes I’m 23.”

“Marvelous.” He then guided me out of the room and I was now in an elegant dining hall that looked like it belonged in the 15th century with a large chandelier hanging over the table and a gourmet food selection as far as the table reached from each side of the room. “Please take a seat by me and have whatever your heart desires.”

He sat down at the head of the table and I sat to his right and looked at every piece of food imaginable. I’ll tell you if Sam and Dean were here, they’d go completely gaga over this food, especially Dean when I saw that there was chicken, pork, steaks, turkey, and any other kinds of meat.

Sam would have a field day with the fruits and salads around the table, it was like a farmer’s market shrunk to miniature size and parked itself right onto the table. There was also dessert trays like Turkish delight, chocolate turtles, Crème brûlée, cakes, ice cream, etc.

“So Diana, since I told you a little bit about me, why not tell me about yourself?”

“Oh I couldn’t possibly. My story is boring compared to yours.”

“No really I insist.” Percy said as he reached out for some of the ham slices and Turkey legs. Knowing that he probably had an idea to spike or poison whatever food I would go for, I reached for the same foods he did, no matter what he picked. “For one thing I must compliment this suit you’ve got on. I mean it’s absolutely phenomenal. Who designed it?”

“I did.”

“Really? Well then you must be a clever girl. What exactly are it’s mechanisms?”

“Simple pully structures and leather texture.” I gave him a brief synopsis without telling him everything.

“Hmm. Now the scaling patterns you’ve designed into it. Looks almost like real dragon skin. Have a fancy for them?”

“My knowledge of them only exists through Game of Thrones and how to train your dragon. With a bit of Dragon heart mixed in.”

“They are magnificent beasts of mythology aren’t they?” he asked me.

“You could say that.” I said nonchalantly. “What’s your opinion on dragons?”

“Oh well my family has been in ties with dragons since the Medieval ages.” I looked around and saw a painting of Saint George himself hanging proudly just above his head. “You know something Diana. You strike me as the type of young woman who is a fighter.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Well beyond the self-manufactured suit. You have this look in your eyes that just screams like you’ve seen hell and back.” Oh you have no idea.

Suddenly I felt a little queasy and my head started spinning like a top. What the hell? But he—I was grabbing the same foods he did, why was he not affected by it?

“Seems we’re feeling a bit under the weather, aren’t we Diana? Or should I say (y/n) (l/n).” How the hell did he know my real name? It was then two hulky strong men.

They roughly picked me up and that’s when I saw Percy take out a needle filled with a purple serum.

“Let’s start over now shall we? Starting with how you were able to take down one of my dragons on your own?” He came right up to me and injected the needle into my neck and I just let out the most agonizing scream.

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daydream-hobii · 5 years

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Dragon’s Breath | Taehyung

Genre: Hybrid!AU; Fluff with a bit of Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Dragon!Reader

Summary: You met the man of your dreams shortly after the Hybrid enactment was given, but he had no idea you were in fact a hybrid. You managed to hide your reptile tail and wings from him for almost a year, even moving in with him and hiding it. What will he think when he sees you in your true form.

Warning: Mentions of Smoky Breath, please read with caution. <3

Word Count: 1,316

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request!! I hope you like it!! ^_^ @killcomet

It all happened so quickly. You were just walking down the street, not a care in the world. You weren’t worried about anything, not even your… other self. That’s when a warm breeze hit you, and you turned your head towards it, your hair blowing in time with the wind. You shut your eyes, taking in the warm rays of the sun.

When you opened them again, that’s when you saw him. He was standing there, staring at you with big eyes, a sort of mystical sparkle in them. He was quite tall with beautiful red hair, it made you wonder how he kept it up so well. He gave you a big, toothy smile and you noticed that it was sort of boxy. That was the beginning of your life.

The two of you have been dating for almost a year and you couldn’t be happier. The gorgeous man was named Taehyung, and his hair has changed colors a lot since then. He was the sweetest man you’ve ever met, one with the biggest heart. Everything was perfect, you and him had everything you’ve ever wanted, nothing could ruin it!

There is… one thing that is a damper on the relationship…. He wants to move in together. He currently rooms with his best friends, Jungkook and Jimin, and since you two have been together for so long, Taehyung thought it was time for the next step in your relationship… you were totally fine with staying in separate places.

Taehyung didn’t know about your… second identity, as it was one that involved wings and a reptile tail, not to mention the fire you could spew from your mouth…. You happened to be a Dragon hybrid and after the Hybrid enactment that freed and humanized all hybrids, you moved towns and met Taehyung. You may be wondering, how hide such a large appendage? Well, scientists managed to create a sort of “medicine,” that makes the excess limbs disappear for a short period of time. You were a lab experiment and by the time the new law was passed, they didn’t have time to make it permanent rather than temporary.

You were able to take, or steal if you want to be specific, plenty of the liquid, as you only need a drop to make them disappear, but you definitely didn’t get enough for the rest of your life…. Taehyung continuously made hints that he’d wanted you both to move in, and you’d dodge them carefully. Once it became a very apparent topic in your lives, you had to fake a smile and say yes to hide his suspicion.

He, now, lives with you, has for about a month, and you’ve carefully hidden your dragon hybrid limbs, but you were getting tired of it. Not having them was too uncomfortable, painful even when they were gone for too long.

One day, Taehyung decided to go out with his friends and old roommates, so you had the place all to yourself. He even mentioned possibly spending the night with the boys, which normally means he was going to do it.

You walked into the living room of your nice apartment, large, green, scaly tail dragging behind you. You had just as large, green, scaly wings protruding from your back, your eyes dotted with yellow spots. Scales ran across your body, not everywhere, but in some places. The scales ran up the sides your neck, stopping just at your jawline.

You sat on the couch, grabbing the popcorn in front of you that you had placed before changing into your pajamas. The lights were dimmed, your favorite movie ready to play on the screen. An unlit candle was next to you, and you mentally groaned as you had left the matches in the kitchen. Realization hit you as you smirked, blowing on the candle, a small fire escaping your lips. Perfect, you thought.

You relaxed a bit, ruffling your wings behind you, carefully leaning against the couch and kicking your feet up. You ate you popcorn and smiled at the television, relaxing in your scales a bit. This was the most relaxed you’ve felt in months. It’s not Taehyung’s fault, you loved him with all your heart… it’s just the secret was eating you alive.

For the next hour, it was peaceful. Your wings fluttering every now and then from being free, it was so nice. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes and sighing in relaxation. Taehyung would find out one day… but today was not that day… until...

“Jagiya, I wanted to come home to spend the night with you so I ditched the-” You heard Taehyung’s voice, the front door opening.

You quickly stood up, staring at the door with wide eyes. Taehyung was holding a bag of leftovers, shutting the door. When he looked at you, his mouth dropped open and he dropped the bag. You both stood there, staring. Fear coursed through your body as you watched his eyes. You couldn’t read his expression, it looked like mostly shock.

As you both stood there, the only noise surrounding you was the dull hum of the television. As a habit, you retracted your wings to be a small as they possibly could, making the press together and come closer to your back. This seemed to cause Taehyung to come out of his trance, blinking rapidly and causing you to gulp.

Taehyung slowly began to walk over to you, and when he got into arms length, you couldn’t help but flinch, making him freeze. You stared at the ground, your eyes becoming a bit more yellow from stress. This was it, wasn’t it? The end to your happiness….

You heard Taehyung walk closer to you, his feet appearing in your line of sight. You got the courage to look up, staring at his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat, you almost didn’t believe what you saw. His eyes were filled with curiosity… love even. You bit your lip as he furrowed his brow, slowly bringing up his hand to gently run his fingers over the scales on your neck, making you shiver.

“So beautiful…” He whispered, making you squint your eyes in surprise.

“Beautiful?” You questioned, making him blink rapidly again, coming out of a trance.

“Yeah, you’re gorgeous,” He replied, moving his head to the side.

“Are you not… breaking up with me…?” You whispered looking down again.

“What?” He said, surprised. He gently grabbed your chin, making you look at him. “Why would I ever break up with you…?”

“Because I lied to you,” You choked out, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Y/N, you never lied to me,” He said with a small smile. “You just had a secret.”

“Same thing,” You said, more tears falling.

“Jagiya, you’re so beautiful…” He whispered, his boxy smile making an appearance. “I wouldn’t break up with you just because you didn’t tell me you were a hybrid. We started dating shortly after the Act was placed, I’d hide it too.”

“You would?” You asked, frowning.

“Of course I would,” He replied, nodding. “I’m sorry you had such a big secret to hide for so long….”

“It’s my own fault,” You mumbled, gulping and wiping your tears. “I don’t deserve you….”

“Stop saying that,” Taehyung said, wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you. “You deserve happiness.”

You both pulled away, Taehyung leaning in and kissing your soft lips. They were warm against yours, they managed to calm your nerves. He pulled away, a soft chuckle erupting through his throat, making you smirk and stare at him confused.

“What?” You asked, holding onto his arms.

“I finally understand why your breath is so smokey,” He said with a grin, making you hit his shoulder gently.

“Dragon’s breath,” You replied with a shrug, pecking his lips once more, a sense of relief running through your body.

#bts #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts hybrid au #taehyung #taehyung imagines #v #v imagines #requested #killcomet

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snakeley · 4 years

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STUDY : Anthony J. Crowley. TAGGED BY : @slvrlnce ( thank you, lovely !! )

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? This snake is towering ever so slightly above the average, standing at 185 cm // 6′4. Not even his general slouchiness can conceal the noodle-ish length of his Serpent body

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? Perfect height to kiss the frowny little spot between Aziraphale’s eyebrows. He’s got a fondness for heels of all dimensions, so he’s often making himself quite a bit taller just because he can.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?

Red velvet dough become hair. A dark, luscious wine-colour that lights up with a copper tint in the sun. Goes from sticky-up to curly to wavy the longer he allows it to grow. He likes it best past shoulder length.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? Usually, exactly the time it takes to perform a minor miracle. Don’t judge him, he’s a reptile and prone to laziness. Most days, Crowley will simply wish his hair into a nice state. On the rare occasions he can be arsed to fix it up personally, it’s definitely because he’s out to impress Aziraphale.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Greatly so. Of all the various joys of Earth, Crowley’s always had a decidedly soft spot for exploring fashion, different personal styles, and new designer Looques™. He won’t let himself be seen in disarray, not even by his house plants.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? both have their merits. ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? sunshine. ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? forest. ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? precious metals. ▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? flowers. ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? personality. ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? being alone. ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? anarchy. ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? painful truths. ▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? magic. ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? peace. ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? night. ▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? dawn. ▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? warmth. ▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? Aziraphale. ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? playing a game.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Well, he’s a demon. What would qualify as a bad habit to any other person is a virtue of the highest honour to him - carefully cultivated to achieve utmost negativity, too. Among his favourite are a facade of perpetual grumpiness, repeated violations of all and any imaginable traffic regulations, century-long depression naps, hair-raisingly atrocious word plays, and a complete inability to fit in, no matter which way he turns.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? Quite a few humans he grew close to over the millennia; mostly young and confused souls he furtively sheltered beneath his wing, knowing better than to allow himself to like them ( or so he insists ). Above all other losses, the most painful one was certainly being exiled from the community of angels --- losing love, losing home, losing his personal value, losing God, losing all he had ever known and watching what remained of his former family turn either into enemies or depravity. Losing Aziraphale. The only thing that came close was the belief that Aziraphale had burned with his bookshop.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? His first meeting with Aziraphale. Any meeting with Aziraphale after that. Aziraphale throughout the ages. Aziraphale smiling at him. Aziraphale devouring cakes - yes, plural, and yes, whole. The invention and evolution of cars. The first time he hid in a roadside shrub with a bank note tied to a piece of string, waiting for an unsuspecting passerby. Aziraphale.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? Never will be, never has been. In fact, Crowley chooses murder as an absolute last resort, and even if he is forced to end another life, he will not do so directly, but choose instead to set traps into which the victim will walk only due to their own ill intent.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? Undignified and not pretty. Crowley turns to alcohol and sleep to soothe his heartaches, sometimes teetering on the brink of insanity and self-destruction, driven by anxiety, feverish desperation, and a frenzy that ends up numbing him and eating him alive from the inside out.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? Only one very particular angel.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? Contrary to popular opinion, Crowley’s entire being is love. His love for Aziraphale is his soul, his essence, it permeates everything he does and says and thinks. He is unwavering in his love, unrelenting, fast-paced and greedy for every morsel of reciprocation he can get. A curious thing, that, since Crowley knows (or thinks he knows) that it’s in his very NATURE to be unlovable; yet he will go to the greatest lengths to receive any gesture of fondness and companionship from Aziraphale. His love is greedy but frugal, diligently keeping itself alive but striving for an answer. It’s so deeply entwined with Crowley’s character, he couldn’t exist without it.

TAGGING: @romanticaffair, @bansheeintuition, @citialiin, @inmydrcams ( Fleur? ), @rottm, @dxspereaux ( Thoth? ), @handsigned, YOU !!

#♫ beelzebub has a devil put aside for me ( serpent ) ♫#♫ good old fashioned loverboy ( headcanons ) ♫

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ren-c-leyn · 5 years

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Ooh! Ooh! Do one on my avatar! What a concept.

For the 600/1 year event, right? =D I’m not sure what the creature in your avatar actually is, but I’ve come up with some cool creature concepts based on it. And since I know you aren’t a fan of poetry, here’s your story:

I had never seen anything quite like it before. Even after all my years of adventuring, I never even imagined I’d run into a creature even somewhat like this one.

It stared down it’s sharp beak at me with deep black eyes. It was hard to tell exactly where it was looking, but the chills running down my spine said ‘me.’

I tried to stare back, to keep eye contact. That was what you did when you came across many predatory species on this continent. You challenged them back, made them think you could hurt them, if not kill them. You stood tall and flashed your weapons before them, howling and shouting and growling the entire time.... But I couldn’t do it this time.

My eyes kept wandering away from solid, colorless black to the pale scales and dull, dark grey feathers. Some kind of dragon? No, I didn’t think it was. I’d certainly never heard of a dragon with a bird’s head, feathers, or such tiny scales. Besides it was built more like a gryphon... except not? No lion traits. More like a cross between some great bird of prey and a reptile.

My analysis of the creature was broken by a horrible, banish-wail-like screeching noise as it opened it’s beak so wide I thought the bottom would fall off. Before my ears had stopped ringing, massive claws were bearing down on me.

My shield crackled under the pressure as I gasped for breath. When did I hit the ground? Who knows. All my brain could process was the terrible pain and the popping noise of jaws slamming shut beside my head. It was trying to reach around my shield with its long neck to get at me with wickedly curved beak.

I came to my senses well enough to grab my sword and slam it into its head the neck time it reached down, but it felt like I had struck solid stone. My arm felt numb, but apperantly the creature felt pain because it screeched again right in my ear before rearing back.

I took the small opening to get back up and retreat. But before I could reach the safety of dense forests a solid tail slammed into my legs and sent me tumbling into the dirt and weeds again. Then, there was a heavy weight on my back. I twisted my body, rings of my chainmail clattering in the effort to keep me breathing, and slammed my shield into its leg. Blow for blow, this wasn’t how battles were supposed to be fought.

It growled as it stumbled off, and I jumped back onto my feet, scrambling for my blade. But it was smarter than its eyes made it out to be. The creature stepped onto my sword and spread its wings, growling out its challenge.

I glanced between the two, my beloved sword and the bony bird face.

No, no weapon was worth my life.

I raised my shield and drew my short sword, keeping myself in a defensive stance as I backed into the thick woods. All the while, I kept my eyes focused this time, staring into evil eyes.

This wouldn’t be the last time I met this creature, I was sure. But it would be the last time I under estimated it.

Thank you for helping me celebrate! I hope you have a nice day/evening.

#my writing #short story #fiction #fantasy #a story by Ren #follower celebration #thank you for helping me celebrate

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bimineko · 5 years

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“The Meeting of the Ryuneko”

I have decided to put my hand at writing something. Please tell me what you think of the story! (Below the cut) Word count: 2866 Content Warning: Soft Vo re, Safe Vo re, Light Profanity, Some Degree of Fear (Not too prominent though)

It was the bleeding of the dawn, as the war-ravaged sky dissipated into a calming hue of the ocean. The mist of the morning vanished as my paw steps onto the blades of grass adjacent to the pavement outside of my door. I never dared venture out on foot into the wilderness unless I absolutely had to. I heard the tales of the creatures that wouldn’t rest until it got what it wanted, and in this case, it was the flesh of the prey caught. The only certification that I had concerning these claims were that of the vivid descriptions that my father would tell us if we ever misbehaved in some manner.

It has been a while since my father has passed away, mainly from a broken heart after losing his third wife; the one that made most of an impact on him. However, it was in his best interests that he would never deceive his family, so I held in my heart, every lesson and story that he has ever told. It was destined that this would be the truth, from now until the end of time. I was confident that my father was the wisest of all the men on this planet, and nothing could ever change that.

Daydreaming and recalling what I was told as a little bunny, I timidly went through the forest between my residence and the grand metropolis that rested on the other side of the dark collection of shrubbery and trees that were at least 30 feet tall. Under normal circumstances, this would not be something that I would be invested in participating in. However, this was not a normal circumstance, as my car had broken down in the middle of my driveway, and my birth mother required assistance from an illness that she had caught from venturing into an unexplored area. Cursing silently, I continued through the undergrowth, twitching in slight annoyance whenever an insect landed on my fur.

Forcing myself forward, I got ready to run if there were any of these mentioned predators waiting in the brush in the forest. If my knowledge was correct, I wouldn’t survive out here if caught. Cautiously, I advanced through the plants and my ears twitched as the bushes surrounding me rustled violently. I pushed myself off my feet and I started to run towards the city. However, just as I saw the light of day through the dense branches of the forest, I felt a jerk of my leg and I advanced towards the floor of the woods, my body throbbing in pain. I cried out as I gradually felt a feeling of legitimate dread coming over me, black patches filling my vision before I lost any recollection of my surroundings. I was pretty sure that this was it for me. Goodbye cruel world. May I see you all on the other side...

It was the afternoon when an oversized kitty with attributes of a dragon located a brave adventurer shivering on the forest floor, seemingly having lost conscious. The Ryuneko pushed a paw against the rabbit and tilted his head curiously, wondering why he was taking a nap in quite an inappropriate location. Shrugging, the feline-reptile hybrid checked to see if the bunny was still alive, finding that even though his breathing was labored, he still had a chance to survive.

Not wasting any time, the creature picked up the individual by his neck and trotted to his burrow, moving the branches and trees around so it didn’t look like anybody actually took residence within the cave. Even though the cave was damp and a bit claustrophobic, it was home to the Ryuneko. Going into the far reaches of the cave, he approached his bedroom and placed the rabbit on top of his bed, which was comprised of straw bundled up to make a nest. Following he placed a blanket over the fallen rabbit and started to take care of him as if he was his own, wanting him to get better.

My eyes strained open as I glanced around my surroundings, my back and neck being soar from the previous impact that sent me into a world of darkness. I was able to make out a creature and a few light sources as my consciousness came to me. When I realized that there was a creature over me, I twitched and I backed myself against the straw that surrounded me, looking at the creature with widened eyes.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ve been good, I promise!” I shouted at the creature, determined to keep it away. The creature glanced at me and tilted his head, giving me a gentle lick.

“Kill an adorable creature like yourself? Where did you get that idea? I would never want to hurt you,” the oversized cat with wings explained, putting a wet cloth onto my forehead, “but it would be best if you got your rest. I don’t want you to work yourself to death over some horrific bed time story that your folks told you when you were a child.”

In protest of the creature’s advice, I pushed myself up and attempted to walk upright, finding myself to be stiff from the top of my head to the pads of my hind paws. Falling immediately back to the straw that served as the Ryuneko’s bed, I let out a shout stemming from a jolt of discomfort and pain.

“You don’t understand,” I complained to the creature, as if I was expecting him to sympathize the problems of the common folk in the populous cities, “I have to get to the city as soon as possible! My mother is sick, and I must help take care of her. It’s important...”

The dragon cat looked at me and tilted his head, thinking about the circumstances that I have given to the creature. He smiles with a hint of compassion and rubs my head with careful precision, not wanting to aggravate my injuries, “Agreed. I will help you get there.”

I leaped up in joy when I heard those words and I gave the creature a hug, which either confused him, or made him annoyed. I was never that great at picking up emotional cues. He clears his throat and looked outside towards the entrance of the cave, “However, it would be dangerous for you to walk alongside with me, as you are currently in a weakened state. And the creatures are also smart enough to nab you off of my back, so this leaves me with one more option that I can think of.”

In contrast to the last words that were uttered, I was not as trusting of the creature. I knew what he was going to ask, but I also gathered that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Reflecting on the knowledge that I had about this creature, I knew that if he wanted to cause me harm, he would’ve done it already. Nodding, I look up at the Ryuneko and I smirk, “Alright, you big guy. I’ll do it. If that is the only safe mode of transportation that you can think of, then I will allow myself to be eaten by you.”

The creature’s tail dropped in place and his eyes widened, taken aback by my willingness to go through with the plan, “I-I... Y-You didn’t even trust me a few minutes ago! What caused you to affirm my plan on short notice, especially when I haven’t actually explained it to you yet?”

“Well,” I replied with a smug expression on my face, petting the side of the feline dragon’s head, “Why would you go through all this trouble of saving me just to eat me, when you could’ve done that while I was lying on the ground, knocked unconscious? Y’know, maybe my father was wrong about you.”

“To be fair, it was within his judgment to protect you. It is natural to be scared of the unknown, but if you don’t let it be your only motivation for living, you will be able to navigate through life without any worries. Granted, it’s easier for some than others, but I wish everyone luck on this journey!”

I twitched my nose and I placed my hand on the paw of the moderately sized creature, glancing at him with a glimmer in my eye. “I loved what you said and all, but I would like to hurry to my mother, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh! Of course! I am very sorry!” The Ryuneko exclaimed, lifting me up with his front left paw, being careful to not subconsciously strangle me. Looking into the creature’s majestic eyes, like that of a canvas of warm colors blended together, I detected a hint of determination in achieving something great. Within moments, his eyes interviewed me, asking if I was ready to face the unknown. I nodded, having nothing except my life and my family to lose.

The cat/dragon hybrid extended his maw open, his tongue reaching greedily reaching to my paws. This was an experience that I always dreaded since I was a young rabbit. However, there was something different about this creature in particular. I don’t exactly know what it was, but this creature seemed like he was not in it for the free food, unlike that of a college student. As time went on, my legs slipped onto his tongue, and I cleared my throat impatiently, informing him that he could actually give me a good taste test after we checked on my mother. He apologized once more and he merely shoved me into his mouth, swiftly gulping me down without a second thought. The journey down was actually kind of pleasant, to my surprise, if not a bit too tight and claustrophobic for my liking. However, I feel like this is something that I could indeed get used to if given an endless amount of time and patience. Resting inside of the spacious belly relative to my size, wincing every time the walls of the stomach squeezed against my body. This was still a sensation that I was not completely used to, but so far, there was no attempt at digesting the passenger safely tucked away.

Curiously, I brushed my paw over the sides of the colossal stomach, taking note of all of the scars that were embedded deep into the tissue. These injuries could really only be made from the inside. Once could imagine the interaction the dragon feline had with those that he previously ate. However, it was not a flesh wound, so it could be gathered that these injuries were relics of the past. Shrugging the violent aspect off, I listened only to the sound of the heartbeat, the stomach shifting around me, and felt the swaying of the stomach as the creature rushed frantically to my destination in a timely manner.

Although not first rate transportation, this experience was a whole lot better than the other options within the city. From the abusive language filling the air from the old drunkards living on the streets, to the individuals with no concept of personal space, it was extremely difficult and uncomfortable to get around to one’s destination. However, being stuck inside of the stomach of a Ryuneko was a significantly better experience, for all involved. You have a higher chance at being the only person using this form of transportation, and the vessel got a free snack in exchange. In all reality, it was a win-win situation for the both of us, although I’m not sure how many people would agree with me.

The swaying of the stomach came to a halt momentarily, snapping me out of the trance I was encompassed in. I placed my hand paw against the side of the fleshy container within the dragon cat, the slobber in dripping down my hand. Ignoring this, I sat up straight, as the movement prior to this would’ve made this impossible.

“Everything alright, big guy?” I asked with a hint of concern, worried that something might be in his way.

“Yep,” the ryuneko answered, addressing my concern, “It’s just that I am not sure where to go next. We have made it to the city though, if you are interested in an update.”

I fidgeted around and I was deep in thought, perking up when a thought entered my mind. “You got a name, big guy? I don’t really want to be calling you ‘big guy’ for the rest of the trip, and further, if we meet again.”

“Nope. I don’t think that I was given a name by my parents or anybody else, for that matter,” the Ryuneko answered after a few moments of silence, “My parents perished when I was a young kitten, and I learned about your behaviors from watching families like yours in the distance. A name is something that I would like, but I don’t know the process behind it.”

We stood in silence for the next few minutes. I was determined to give him a name, but to be honest, I had no idea how to select a name for somebody myself. I scanned the belly to see if there were any defining traits of the dragon cat. Shining a subtle light source onto the walls, I was taken aback. There were so many shines, and they were all as pretty as the night sky in a polluted-free atmosphere. Pushing against the area in which my hand previously occupied, I shook the creature with a burst of excitement.

“Hey, big guy!” I shouted too loud for myself to handle, flinching and placing my free hand over my forehead in agony. Adjusting my volume, I lifted my head back up and smiled warmly, “I think I have a name for you! How does ‘Hoshino’ sound?”

“What does it even mean? I’ll agree that it sounds cool though,” the creature explained, being a skeptic about the name that I proposed for the time being.

“Field of Stars,” I briefly answered, offering a more precise explanation after sensing that he was lost on where I pulled the name from, “your stomach simply reminded me of a starry night. Ever looked up to the sky when the sun was on the other side of the globe, Hoshino? It’s truly something of beauty.”

The dragon cat hybrid didn’t object to his new name, actually taking a liking to it quickly. As a token of his appreciation, his gut pressed against me from all sides and I started to ascend to the sphincter. The way up was much more interesting to me than the way down, as I didn’t expect to get this far in the whole process. As I was pushed through the opening of the stomach, I felt a bit strange as the throat worked in reverse, pulling me up in the opposite direction. After a while, I was back into his mouth and I was spat out, covered in several layers of drool. Shaking myself off, I looked to the dragon cat hybrid and I smirked wildly.

“Enjoy yourself, Hoshino?” I inquired, giving him a pet on the side of his chest.

“Seems like just as much as you did, mister...?” Hoshino seemed a bit conflicted, as he didn’t know what he should call me, other than ‘a snack that he found satisfying.’ I picked up on his cues this time and I elaborated on what my name was, finding it to be underwhelming in comparison to the beast’s name.

“Kyle! Well, actually... My name is Kōto, but I prefer to go by Kyle.”

“Well Mr. Kyle, shall I escort you the rest of the way into the city, so we can visit your mother? I am imagining that she would like to see you in her time of need, and that the city is a dangerous place for an innocent bunny like yourself.”

“Trust Me, Hoshino... I could kick down any sick fuck who would dare put a paw on me.” I started to exclaim, before my enthusiasm went extinct, “But probably not in the state that you found me in. Feel free to accompany me in this task, if you wish.”

“Wow! Do you eat people with that mouth? Never mind that, let’s get going now.” Clearly, the Ryuneko was taken aback by my diction choice, but he still decided to walk alongside me. With this fearsome beast next to me, nobody dared to pick a fight with me only because I was a rabbit. After venturing through the concrete maze that was the city, we finally made it to the hospital, when my sick mother was.

Although I had to try to convince the hospital staff that I was indeed related to my mother, and that I wasn’t being held hostage by the giant creature by my side, we were able to make it to the room where my mother was being observed. Although she looked well, I knew that I had to make sure she was alright. Taking a breath of hesitation, I walked into the room to let her know that I have made it safely, and that I, rather, we, would be there for her.

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