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leiatalon · 20 days

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Ink and Intrigue: Romantasy IF (WIP)

The title for my upcoming interactive fiction game with Heart's Choice is official: Ink and Intrigue!

Sail to a lush island of warrior-mages where dragon runes grant immortality and love runs deep. When mystery tempts, how do you answer?

Ink an Intrigue is a standalone Heart’s Choice IF fantasy WIP set in the same world as my recent game, Their Majesties' Pleasure.

Play the three-chapter demo of Ink and Intrigue on Dashingdon.

Plunge into a world where magic calls the passion in your soul. Join a clan of immortal warrior-mages and choose your kindred: a powerful dragon, a shapeshifting griffin, or a blue-lightning phoenix.

As you train to become a warrior-mage, do you romance or befriend a tattoo artist, a feisty initiate, a playful sage, or a maverick with an unfulfilled quest?

You’ve been a spy for the kingdom of Minare since you were ten, when the king deemed you too clever and sent you off for training. Now a seasoned spy, you’re sent to infiltrate the Kitherin warrior-mages, whose tattoos give them supernatural abilities and whose blood rites bond them to powerful creatures from another world.

When the call of the Kitherin sounds in your soul, what paths will you take as an initiate?

Shop from the finest market in the nine seas, surf azure waves, and dance at a full moon celebration where you might indulge in magical elixirs and intimate moments. Get dragon rune tattoos and learn to wield their power, show your prowess on the sparring field, and soar in the skies of the otherworld. Arrange a marriage alliance, meddle in the affairs of the mage council, incite a lawful rebellion, or resort to poison to get what you want.

Will you confess the clandestine role you’ve played for your king, or keep your secrets and let the past die? No matter what you’ve done, your lover will stay by your side. When you pass your initiations and bond with your kindred, you will be joining the ranks of the Kitherin warrior-mages who bring balance to the interconnected worlds.

Romance a passionate artist, a Fae-blooded sage, a sassy diva, or a master warrior.

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi; asexual; monogamous or polyamorous.

Choose high-heat or sweet options, or avoid spicy scenes entirely.

Dive through portals and explore other worlds.

Bond with a dragon, a griffin, or a phoenix.

Indulge in magic elixirs and delectable food.

Apprentice as a tattoo artist and learn about dragon runes.

Go surfing with your friends beneath a full moon and watch the sun rise over the sea.

Explore a steamy island paradise crowned with temples, magnificent gardens, and a hidden library.

Forge alliances as an emissary, gather intelligence as a spy, decide the fate of a maleficent mage, and shape the leadership of the Kitherin.

Uncover the mysteries of the Kitherin and discover the soul-deep love that awaits!

Keep an eye on this blog for updates or check out the CoG forum thread. I'm currently writing chapter seven of nine, right in the thick of the story.

WIP word count is up to 155k so far.

#heart's choice #if wip #interactive novel #amwriting #fantasy #romance #Ink and Intrigue #choice script #choice of games #magic tattoos #dragons

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 6 months

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Helloo, do you have open asks? If so, I would like to ask about hiccup and the "acts of service" w Reader(fem).

If you want it can be a continuation of "sorry, but I think I lost your plot ", but otherwise no problem!

I hope you have a good day <3

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 6

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,911

You find yourself running chores for the Haddocks more often than not. You’re not sure whether this fact irritates or pleases you. At least you’re getting paid (not really).

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, love language, acts of service, part 1

You shifted your arm, pulling the package you carried closer to yourself as you clambered up the steps to the top loft.

You peered over the edge as you pulled yourself up, revealing Hiccup at his desk in the corner, scratching away at a piece of parchment with a newly burnt stick of charcoal. Toothless wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not at the moment. He was probably off hanging with the other dragons while Hiccup did something non-dragon intensive and, therefore, probably Fury-boring.

“Hi,” You started.

“Uh-huh,” Hiccup grunted, after a long moment.

It seemed more of an automatic moment at first, so you weren’t sure he noticed you at first, too absorbed into what he was doing, though at the sound of your footsteps it seemed he did make a minor effort to cover the corner of the paper closest to you with his elbow.

You furrowed your brow as he mumbled something grumpy and noncommittal about his Dad and coming back later.

“Hiccup.” You tried again.

He looked up this time, blinking slowly and shifting his arms as if he was about to stretch, before going rigid.

“I heard about your trip to Outcast Island-?” You tried, for the third time, now that you had his attention.

“Oh, hey, hi-!” Hiccup shoved a few papers off his desk, kicking them underneath the table, you tilted your head to the side though you did your best not to look too closely, in case the papers were of a more private nature, “Don’t look at that -I mean, it was nothing big, but-yeah. It was crazy. Did- ah-”

“-And so did everyone else. Mrs.Ingerman put together a care package.” You offered it up to him, ignoring his quiet, confused, mouthed ‘Mrs,’ “So, uh… Delivery!”

“-Hey!” Hiccup said, hiding a strained smile behind a tall pile of pipes and other miscellaneous scraps. The area under his eyes was dark and pronounced and his hair was frayed in some portions.

It was dark, your vision washed over by a thin, navy film since the sun had set just a few hours prior. You had only the heated light of the forge to bring you light and the few lit torches lining Berk’s path to guide you there.

You wondered if you caught Hiccup at the wrong time. You feared the bond you formed scurrying around Dagur had faded, and Hiccup was back to being a little weird again. It brought you a little bit of sadness, but maybe it was for the best. It would be bad to keep meddling in the affairs of plot.

At least you hadn’t surprised him this time, which was minorly pleasing. You tended to do that a lot for some reason, despite not being particularly quiet or sneaky in any way.

“This is for you,” You placed the bow of stew you had balanced in one hand and the plate carrying a heavy leg of meat in the other on one of the nearby workbenches, cautiously and nervously pushing aside a few nails and ends with the uneven edge of the plate.

“Do you need any help?” You asked, already walking towards him, arms partially extended to help him bear the load.

Hiccup had been spending a lot of time in the Forge recently, meaning he’d probably been skipping out on meals. You did it a lot too, but you knew the toll it took. And there were only two meals a day here. It was a very rare but precious day when you were able to scrounge up a lunch for yourself.

If his father hadn’t done it, the Chief would request you to bring down a meal for Hiccup from the Great Hall. It was one of the many tasks you were given that didn’t pay, but you found you didn’t mind. At least in this instance.

It was the Chief, after all. And maybe you felt a little bad for Hiccup.

“Help?” Hiccup asked, wobbling shakily on his peg and foot. You were sure in a moment you’d be the same. While being on Berk helped some, you were afraid that you were unable to shake off your modern scrawny demeanor.

As you brought some of his load into your arms, counting a healthy, large roll of leather, a sack of needles and pins and twine and a thick group of thin, metal rods, You decided to stay.

You marched through the underbrush, pushing aside low-hanging branches and long, scratchy bush fronds, nearly cursing when your sleeve caught and one of your hastily done stitches were pulled.

You weren’t particularly great with a needle, especially the ones they had here, made of bone and a bit thicker than the ones you were used to back home.

You were wearing your shirt from the day you arrived on the island, which was admittedly much thinner and a whole lot less sturdy than any of your clothes from here.

You wondered what it was like back home, if anyone was still looking for you. In a sort of unsure and roundabout way, you sort of hoped they were.

Anyhow, your best needlework was done the night before last, in an effort to help Hiccup out with one of his newer contraptions, some add-on or other to Toothless’ flying gear.

You’d spent that night trying to follow his instructions to the best of your abilities, kneeled on the floor beside him, but your work was still a measure more fragile than the quick and industrial tacking Hiccup was well-practiced in.

To your benefit, though, you were tracing out and stitching carefully measured pieces by candlelight. It was difficult to do in the dark, and you did your best to compensate by being overly cautious, though that also might have been a sort of burden.

Today, you had your first break in a long while. You got everything done in the morning and so for once, there were no chores for you to chase after or any deliveries to make. It was a little bit less awesome without a working internet connection, but it was what it was.

The last time you’d seen Hiccup, he looked so drowsy and frayed, you couldn’t help but to be reminded of one of those large posters of Albert Einstein you remembered from way back in one of your old middle school classes, with some crummy science encouragement joke pasted to the bottom in Comic Sans.

He’d spent a lot of late nights at the forge recently.

You also hadn’t seen for a while. Not since yesterday. No one else had, people were starting to talk about it, it was beginning to get late. You figured you might as well just give it a look around, though you also very much wanted to take a nice, long nap.

So here you were, marching around deep in the woods as the sun began to set, washing the world over in yellows and orange hues.

You yawned, feet crunching against dry leaves until you broke out into a clearing, which was a minor relief. You took the time to stretch and sigh before looking around.

It was a small clearing full of uneven lush grasses, one half sort of upturned and shaded, the other half occupied by a small lump in a green tunic, and a larger, darker black-navy one just behind the treeline with many different fins for different parts of his body.

Hiccup said it was to see if he could add to or maximize Toothless’ speed, or something. You thought that maybe he was just trying to look cooler or something, though by the end of it, you were sure that Toothless looked a lot more like a sailboat.

“Hiccup…?” You mumbled, tiptoeing quietly towards the green lump, mindful not to make much noise though you approached with the full intent to prod him awake.

His tunic wasn’t quite saturated or dark enough to blend him in with the grasses.

You touched his arm lightly with your hand form where he lay on his side, before pausing. He had been very tired recently. It would probably be wrong of you to prod him awake and make him hobble all the way back to the village.

“Rise and shine,” You mumbled, still patting on his arm. You stopped mid pat at one point, instead choosing to poke him with your finger.

Hiccup just sighed tiredly in his sleep, rolling over further into the grass. You were certain he wouldn’t be waking up soon. You weren’t even sure when the last he slept was, so he could very well be out until the next time the sun set.

You dropped your hands to your side as he drooled uncomfortably face-down into the dirt.

You blinked through drowsy eyes yourself, wondering if you might be able to wake him up for long enough to get a blanket underneath.

You hoped Hiccup would still be there by the time you got back. You hadn’t really stopped to tell anyone about him, though you weren’t in much of a rush. Maybe it was a consequence of your own fatigue, clouding your own line of vision. You hoped they weren’t too worried.

You stumbled in the complete darkness over sticks and rocks, shuffled back with the armful of blankets in your arms.

Living in the stables afforded you some privacy but also meant that your things got dirty quicker. Which meant you had to clean them a lot. And sometimes you didn’t. But you had very recently so these should have been fine, all the pisces taken straight from your own bed.

Admittedly you had a few more than what was standard, though you quite needed them for the extra cushioning and to compensate for the fact that you weren’t as accustomed to the cold climate, especially at night. It was rough out here. They were hard to come by though given you didn’t have much and blankets were much harder to make than in the future.

It wasn’t that bad today so you assumed you’d be fine without for the time being.

After a very long walk with many almost-trips, you broke back into the empty clearing. It was a bit hard to tell through all the bedding, but it was, disappointingly, empty.

You sighed painfully, resisting the urge to rub tired eyes. You wished you had taken a nap or something earlier, barely able to keep yourself up. You weren’t sure you could make the walk back at this point, honestly, even though that was the plan.

What you should have been planning, though, was how you were going to be able to get your blankets back after the fact.

Well, you still had your bedding.

You dropped it with a noise between a whine and a groan and sort of wormed your way into the pile, kicking out what you could and smoothing what you needed to so that you felt and had to deal with as little wrinkles as possible.

You let your eyes fall shut for the most of it, too tired to pull them apart, heavy and sticky with sleep. You only vaguely regretted that you were too tired to look up at the stars, as you had for many nights now through a hole in the roof of the stables just above your bed when the skies were clear.

You exhaled, letting the relieving embrace of sleep envelope you.

#long awaited #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #hiccup haddock #fanfiction #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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monsterfuckabilitytournament · 4 months

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Monster Fuckability Tournament

Round One

i'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments/notes!

Djinn:

"Although generally invisible, jinn are supposed to be composed of thin and subtle bodies (Arabic: أَجْسَام, romanized: ʾajsām), and can change at will. They favour a snake form, but can also choose to appear as scorpions, lizards, or as humans. They may even engage in sexual affairs with humans and produce offspring. If they are injured by someone, they usually seek revenge or possess the assailant's body, refusing to leave it until forced to do so by exorcism. Jinn do not usually meddle in human affairs, preferring to live with their own kind in tribes similar to those of pre-Islamic Arabia." Wikipedia

Photo credit: mythology.net

Dragon:

"Beliefs about dragons vary considerably through regions, but dragons in Western cultures since the High Middle Ages have often been depicted as winged, horned, and capable of breathing fire. Dragons in eastern cultures are usually depicted as wingless, four-legged, serpentine creatures with above-average intelligence. Commonalities between dragons' traits are often a hybridization of feline, reptilian, mammal, and avian features." Wikipedia

Photo credit: Friedrich Justin Bertuch from 1806

#monster fuckability tournament #monsterfucking #polls #tournament #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #monster x human #monster fucking tournament #exophilia #monster x reader #monster fucker #djinn x human #djinn #jinn #dragon x human #dragon

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aftermorgue · 2 months

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records show that HAK SION is a 28 year old HUMAN who has lived in yeonghae for TWO YEARS. they are currently a SHIPWRIGHT at THE SHIPYARD, but other parts of their reputation must precede them — their faint aura of BURNT ORANGE, or how they remind others of DIRT AND BLOOD STUCK UNDER FINGERNAILS and THE RISING SMOKE OF A BLOWN OUT CANDLE. — (jung hoyeon, she/her, THE SHROUD in THE PERFECT CRIME )

ooc

hi everyone! i'm orin (she/they) and this here is sion, my mercenary slash assassin slash informant slash whatever; she's not having an identity crisis, she's just versatile. before i introduce her, i just want to say that i am currently in graduate school (boo) so i'll mostly be active on the dash on fridays and saturdays, but i'll try my best to check ims at least once a day. your patience is appreciated! feel free to text me whenever (yes, even double text) if you have any plots/ideas you wanna throw at me! <3

about

tw: death

an orphan sold to a mercenary group called the omens, active in goseong. when sion was nineteen, their leader / sion's father figure essentially let the omens be bought out by the royal family, which many were not happy about. he lost his life and sion barely escaped.

from then onwards, she wandered from place to place, trying out several professions and keeping herself afloat by bounty hunting and stealing.

eventually returned to goseong and started working as a noble's informant. (that's the nicer way of putting it, at least.) two years ago, they got caught meddling in political affairs and sion had to flee goseong once more. (her former employer is a wanted connection btw!)

now accused of stealing the mad regent's crown and she's really upset about it because 1) her life is hard enough as it is 2) she's had it up to here with the mad regent 3) if she was the thief, she'd have done a better job. (no offense @ the wildcard, ily.)

not very stoked to be stuck in yeonghae of all places, mainly because the whole sanctuary thing feels too good to be true + she's used to big cities like goseong.

pretty cold and distant, but she's rather skilled at pretending to be someone she's not, both in appearance and personality. (probably how she managed to stay hidden so far despite being a wanted criminal.)

has a day job as a shipwright; people tend to mind their business there and there's always lots of merchants around to steal from.

surprisingly self-aware and takes responsibility for her life choices. someone could hit her with the "not your fault you were sold into a life of crime" and then she'd be like "i could've left and chosen a different path but i didn't. now what?"

but she'd be lying if she said she doesn't think about leaving it all behind, settling down and starting a normal life somewhere. old habits die hard, though, especially in desperate times like these. (the desperation to be good but not knowing how to do so is one of my favorite tropes, sue me!)

somehow not at all bothered by or interested in the rifts. she believes that true power lies in connections and secrets, not magic.

sion was a little inspired by zevran (dragon age) and songbird (cyberpunk 2077) because i love them both and would die for them. <3

connection/plot ideas

goseong natives or anyone who stopped by goseong circa 83–89! did the omens step on your/your family's shoes? now's the time to enact your revenge!

anyone who she met when she was just wandering around aimlessly after getting booted from the omens (89–92) and maybe she robbed you, tried to poison you, the usual...

alternatively, she got rid of someone who was causing trouble for you/your community and you think of her as a "hero" of sorts.

you want to turn sion in so you try to trick her out of hiding by claiming to have information on her biological parents. one day, you just get a piece of paper slipped under your door saying "i don't care, piss off." she respects the hustle but like... it's really not gonna work, stop bothering her.

you think you recognize her from the wanted posters and she pulls a knife on you. (i'm half-kidding... it can go differently but she would do that.)

maybe someone she knows from way back when and is the reason why she ended up in yeonghae out of all places. (she hates it here but you make it better.)

any sort of fwb situation where sion only contacts you if she's either bored or needs a favor.

#⠀✗⠀ooc.#sn:intro #this is all i can muster today folks #happy to be here & can't wait to write with you all! <3

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stormofagirl · 3 months

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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons…

~smile~

#coffee love #Thursday things #stormofagirl

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animentality · 3 months

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So I’ve been scrolling through the Durgetash tag and wtf.

First I’m fcking heartbroken that my Durge will not experience the moment of finding the letter/s to Franc in it’s original form or at all(?)

And THEN I FIND queerphobic posts and insane comments about Gortash “definitely not” being queer or “just having had a “business relationship” with Durge..? Even tho there’s enough evidence✨

Now… remember when we all adored Astarion and then more and more ppl started joining the tags, groups whatever and now it’s a whole toxic mess that you cannot scroll thru without getting a headache? (It’s sad the magic of it all is kinda dare I say gone.. I just look at it/him idk different, involuntarily at that, but I’m glad that Durgetash is giving all that back in insane amounts that let’s my adhd feet kick in dopamine fully-sated energy *incoherent babbling*)

I think the same is (bhaal forbid) maybe swapping over to Durgetash and I’m scared … cuz this, here… what y’all create! (art, hc’s, stories & just fun post’s overall) is so fxking special and so lovely🌷

And I really fxing hope that the ppl at bg3/larian have a REALLY good reason to *cough cough* meddle in each other’s I MEAN OUR affairs, when we already barely have anything, WHAT WAS THE REASON– just why, there’s enough bugs and crashes or other stuff that needs tending WHY TAKE AWAY?!

Good day and thank you for sharing your thoughts with us and without sugarcoating anything ❤️

I hope a build-a-bear lil dragon or whatever appears outta nowhere for you, that says stuff when you squeeze too hard (just like Durge–) like “ah my favorite bhaalspawn/ my favorite assassin” :)

First off, I hear that some people still see the letter, and others do not. Apparently, it's SUPPOSED to have replaced it, but some people just have computers that are built different, I guess. So you might possibly see it. Not sure.

As for if toxicity is spilling into the Durgetash fandom...maybe? I don't know. We were all pretty civil. I admit, I lost my cool for a minute there, but to be FAIR TO ME, I have not STARTED anything with anyone in literal years.

This was someone sending ME a reply that really pissed me off with its biphobia, like, absolutely ticked me off in one foul swoop.

But for the most part, it's not THAT Combative. But this note changing HAS divided people quite a bit.

So I don't know.. I want to believe durgetash and gortash love are still not mainstream enough to maintain the levels of toxicity that astarion fans seem to cultivate like horticulture.

We'll see.

As for why they changed it...I don't know?

Really seems odd. Maybe they didn't like the tone of it.

Truthfully, as much as I love that note for just being so out of pocket and weird, I admit it's more in character for Gortie to be a more serious guy...but honestly?

It's the fucking game's fault that they made Gortash a boring villain. They FORCED us to cling to his every note. To read more into his interactions with the Dark Urge.

To love that one iconic letter from him.

So they can't walk back on their weirdness....unless....they're planning on....expanding his role....

O.o

We'll see on that too.

Anyway. Thanks for the ask and glad I can entertain! By being an asshole! And a lunatic!

I NEED a Gortash plushie to keep my Dark Urge company!!!

If anyone knows where I can get one, I need that ASK or DM.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash

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bluehairedspidey · 8 months

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WIP Poll Game!

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

tagged by @c-nan and @maddenedroses :D

I've nearly doubled my number of WIPs since the last poll, so this time I'll be putting the summaries for all of them under a read more!

tagging anyone with WIPs who sees this >:3c

Fic Summaries:

Johnny's Sex Diaries

Untitled JohnLao Fic (Johnny Cage x Kung Lao)

Johnny meets Kung Lao during the first night of the tournament in MK9. Their conversation turns into a sparring match which then turns into a one night stand. (smut fic)

Untitled Johnny x BoRaiden Fic (Johnny Cage x Raiden x Bo’ Rai Cho)

During a visit to the Sky Temple between MK9 and MKX, Johnny discovers Raiden and Bo’ Rai Cho’s relationship and proceeds to immediately involve himself in it. (smut fic)

Untitled Outworld Polykule Fic (Liu Kang x Kitana x Jade x Kotal)

Liu Kang takes Johnny’s advice on how to prove his loyalty and service, not only to Kitana, but to Jade and Kotal as well. (smut fic; will have a second part/sequel involving Johnny hooking up with the polycule)

Other Fics

Bad Dreams (Raiden & Liu Kang & Kung Lao, Raiden x Bo' Rai Cho)

One night while resting in the Jinsei chamber, Earthrealm's protector is visited by two of his youngest pupils. (fluff fic)

Trust Me. Otherwise, Who Can You Trust? (Erron Black x Kabal)

During the events of MK11, Past!Erron starts questioning his involvement with Kano and the Black Dragon. After Sonya’s cage fight, he decides to leave both of them for good, and take that smart-ass hook sword kid with him. (plot fic)

I Know Loss (Raiden x Bo’ Rai Cho, Raiden & Liu Kang & Kung Lao)

Dark Raiden survives the time merger in MK11 and is able to meet with his past self, who comes to understand the events that led to his descent. (plot fic; not completely ship-centric, but will include some of Raiden and Bo’ Rai Cho’s relationship as well as the familial relationship between Raiden, Bo’ Rai Cho, Liu Kang, and Kung Lao)

Scorpion's Chapter Rewrite (Kuai Liang x Hanzo Hasashi)

A rewrite of Scorpion's chapter in MK11 because I have Qualms with it (particularly with Kuai "Patience of a Saint" Liang immediately fighting Scorpion without even hearing him out). (plot fic)

Mythologies: Sub-Zero's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day (Bi-Han & Kuai Liang & Tomas Vrbada & Hanzo Hasashi, possible Kuai Liang x Hanzo Hasashi, possible Bi-Han x Tomas)

An AU based on the events of MK9 and Mythologies. At the end of MK9, Raiden resets the timeline again like he did at the end of Armageddon, but this time he goes back to the beginning of Mythologies and meddles in the affairs of the Lin Kuei and the sorcerer they're working for. (plot fic)

Dead Dove Do Not Eat (Secret Option)

A fic not suitable to describe in polite company. Do you wish to take a gamble?

#mortal kombat #johnlao #boraiden #kablack #kuaizo #subscorp #bitomas #mk #poll #tag game #blog

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travoltacustom-translates · 11 months

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Christmas Showdown: Taiju's Advent | 聖夜決戦~柴大寿降臨~

Want to read along, but don’t have the game? Here’s a link to the event recorded!:

youtube

Event Period: 17 of February - 3 of March 2023

FEATURED CHARACTERS

Featured cards: Takashi Mitsuya / Taiju Shiba

Event box: Hakkai Shiba

Event pass: Yuzuha Shiba

CLICK READ MORE TO VIEW THE EVENT STORY

STORY TRANSLATION

BEFORE BATTLE (BEGINNER)

HAKKAI

今日で全てにカタを付ける

待ってろ大寿!!

Everything’s all set for today.

Just you wait, Taiju!!

YUZUHA

…

全部　無くなっちゃえばいいのに

I wish… it would all just end.

…

TAKEMICHI

いよいよ今日は決戦だ

この教会に大寿が現れるはず大寿を倒して、黒竜を潰す!

成功すれば今度こそ未来は良くなる!

八戒、大丈夫か？

Today is the final battle.

Taiju should appear in this church. And if we defeat Taiju, we can crush the Black Dragons!

If we succeed, the future will be better this time!

Hakkai, you good?

HAKKAI

・・・ああ

…Yeah.

TAIJU

天にまします。我らの父よ願わくは御名の尊まれん事を。

アメン。

Our father, who art in heaven. I pray in thy holy name.

Amen.

HAKKAI

大寿・・・！！

Taiju…!!

TAIJU

テメェら。ここで何してんだ！？

What the hell are you doing here!?

TAKEMICHI

黒竜を・・・オマエを潰しにきた！！！

We’re here… to crush the Black Dragons!!!

TAIJU

ほー・・・オマエもか？八戒

Hoh… You too? Hakkai.

HAKKAI

・・・今日で全部終わらす！！

… We’re finishing things right here!!

KOKONOI

若ぁ、反抗期かぁ？身の程、わかまえた方がいいんじゃねぇの？？

Young master, going through a rebellious phase, are you? Shouldn’t you know your place??

INUI

ボスにたてつく気ならオレが殺す

If you’re trying to pick a fight with the Boss, I’ll kill you.

TAIJU

いいだろう。やるなら、本気でこい！！！

Good. If you’re gonna come at me, give it all you’ve got!!!

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POST BATTLE (BEGINNER)

TAKEMICHI

なんとかやりあってきたけど・・・

We managed to hold up ‘til now but…

TAIJU

クソ痛ぇだろ?　前は3割の力で殴ってやったけど今回は5割の力で殴ってる��らな!?

Hurts like hell, doesn’t it? Before I only punched you with 30% of my power, so how’s it feel to get hit with 50%!?

TAKEMICHI

体が・・・動けない・・・今までいるんな人にぶん殴られてきたけど

大寿は別格！！！殺される！！！

I can’t… move… I’ve been beaten up by so many people before but…

Taiju’s on a whole ‘nother level!!! He’s gonna kill me!!!

TAIJU

どうした八戒？助けてやんねぇのかぁ！？

What’s the matter, Hakkai? Aren’t you going to save him!?

HAKKAI

ハァ、ハァ

Hah, hah…

TAIJU

助けねぇなら、殺っちまうぞ

If you don’t save him, I’ll kill him.

YUZUHA

やめろ！！八戒をを追い詰めんな!

Stop it!! Don’t corner Hakkai like that!

HAKKAI

柚葉・・・！？なんでここに

Yuzuha…!? Why are you here?

TAIJU

柚葉ぁ。テナェもオレに歯向かうのか？

Yuzuha. So you’ve turned against me too?

YUZUHA

二人は・・・八戒はアタシが守るこれ以上、手ぇだすならアタシがオマエを殺す

You guys… He’ll kill you if you interfere, so let me protect Hakkai.

TAKEMICHI

柚葉。ナイフを持っているのか!?

Yuzuha. She has a knife!?

TAIJU

柚葉ぁ〜〜〜〜！！！！

Yuzuhaaaaa!!!!

TAKEMICHI

やばい！柚葉が大寿と互角にやりあえるわけがない！！

This is bad! Yuzuha doesn’t stand a chance against Taiju!!

???

柚葉!!

YUZUHA!!

TAIJU

チッ、殴り損ねてか・・・

またオレら家族の問題に口出しする気か？

三ツ谷

Tch, I missed…

Are you going to meddle in our family affairs yet again?

Mitsuya.

YUZUHA

三ツ谷・・・なんでここに・・・？

Mitsuya… Why are you here…?

MITSUYA

柚葉・・・守時に使うモンじゃねぇよソレ

Yuzuha… That’s not something you use to protect with…

YUZUHA

…!

MITSUYA

大寿、ここならはオレが相手。クソヤロー

Taiju, from here on, I’ll be your opponent. You fuckin’ bastard!

TAIJU

あ？本気かテメェ？

Huh? Are you serious?

YUZUHA

ちょっと待ってよ。これは柴家の問題だ

オマエだけに任せて自分は何もしないなんてできるわけねぇだろ

Wait a second. This is a problem between the Shiba family.

There’s no way we can just do nothing and leave this to you.

MITSUYA

そうか・・・わかった。じゃあみんなでいくぞ。

That so?... Okay then. Let's do this together.

TAKEMICHI

三ツ谷君！

Mitsuya-kun!

HAKKAI

タカちゃん！

Taka-chan！

MITSUYA

八戒、タケミっチ

Hakkai. Takemicchi.

TAIJU

・・・

MITSUYA

本当の絆ってやつをこいつに見せてやろうぜ

Let’s show this guy what true bonds are.

HAKKAI

ああ。

Yeah

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POST BATTLE (INTERMEDIATE)

MITSUYA

ハァ、ハァ

Hah, hah…

TAIJU

しぶてヤローだ！疲れちまったからよーそろそろおわらすわ

なあ。乾。

You stubborn asshole! I’m getting tired, so let’s finish this.

Right, Inui?

MITSUYA

HAKKAI

タカちゃん！！！うしろ！！！

TAKACHAN!!! BEHIND YOU!!!

INUI

撲殺

Take this.

[INUI hits MITSUYA]

MITSUYA

ガハッ

GAHAA–

HAKKAI

タカちゃあああん

TAKA-CHAAAAAN

KOKONOI

あらら。もう再起不能じゃねぇ？

Ahaha. There’s no getting up after that, huh?

INUI

当たり前だ思いっきりぶん殴った

Of course. I swung as hard as I could.

YUZUHA

三ツ谷！！！！

Mitsuya!!

TAIJU

ハハハハ。さすが乾！！！このまま全員ぶち殺してやれ

HAHAHAHA! That’s Inui for ya! Let’s beat the rest of ‘em to death

MITSUYA

・・・

TAKACHAN

タカちゃん・

あ”ぁあ”あぁ！！

東京卍會弐番隊副隊長、柴八戒！！

柚葉を！！仲間を!!　家族を守るためにテメェをぶっ飛ばす!!!

Taka-chan…

Aghaaaghaaa!!

The Tokyo Manji Gang’s Second Division Vice Captain - Hakkai Shiba!!

Yuzuha!! My friends!! I’ll beat you down so I can protect my family!!!

TAIJU

ハハハハハハ！かかって来い！！クソガキ共！！！

HAHAHAHAHAHA! COME AT ME!! YOU FUCKING BRATS!!!

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POST BATTLE (ADVANCED)

INUI

どうしたボス！？

What’s wrong, boss!?

KOKONOI

噓だろう？大寿（ボス）がやられた・・・

You kiddin’ me? Taiju/Boss lost…

MITSUYA

やったな、八戒

We did it, Hakkai.

HAKKAI

勝った・・・

We won…

[ TAIJU breathes angrily ]

TAIJU

待ってやコラああ！！まだ終わってねえぞ東卍！！

オレに誰にも負けねぞコラああ！！

WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? I’M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU TOMAN!!

I WON’T LOSE TO YOU FUCKERS！！

KOKONOI

・・・ボス、オレら黒竜の負けだ。今のアナタの体じゃこれ以上は戦えない

Boss, this is the Black Dragons' loss. You're in no shape to fight anymore.

TAIJU

・・・

HAKKAI

オレたちの勝ちなんだな・・・

Then it’s our win huh…

YUZUHA

信じられない・・・

I can’t believe it…

HAKKAI

ありがとう・・・みんな

Everyone… Thank you.

TAKEMICHI

一人の犠牲もなく・・・クリスマスを終えられた・・・

ミッションコンプリートだ！

We made it through Christmas… without anyone dying…

It’s mission complete!

[ EVENT END ]

You can view all my translations for Tokyo Revengers: Puzzle Revengers & Hypnosis Mic: Alternative Rap Battle in my discord: HERE.

#tokyo revengers #takashi mitsuya #taiju shiba #hakkai shiba #yuzuha shiba #travoltacustom-translates #puzzle revengers

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Context: Our party was deep underwater. Our DM has it to where we can't communicate underwater very well unless you could speak Aquan or had connected airbubbles.

The ranger noticed that the party was being circled by an ancient black dragon. The ranger points it out to the paladin/sorcerer, who tries to tell the others in the party.

Paladin/Sorcerer: I cast Prestidigitation to spell "DRAGON" and I point in its direction.

Bard: I cast Minor Illusion, and it says, "DRAG ON DEEZ NUTS."

DM: ...

DM: [Bard], what is your AC again?

#shit my players say #rpg #submission #shareable #dnd #famous last words #do not meddle in the affairs of dragons

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thecreaturecodex · 2 years

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Ninki Nanka

[The ninki nanka is an example of what I was talking about with the fantasies about Africa influencing its cast of monsters. If you ask a cryptozoologist, a ninki nanka is some sort of giant reptile, maybe a dinosaur or monitor lizard. If you ask an actual Mandinka person, they will tell you that it’s a powerful and intelligent being, controller of weather and blesser of kings. Much more interesting than just another relict swamp dinosaur that fits better with paleontology that went out of date in the 1960s.]

Ninki Nanka CR 14 LN Dragon This great draconic creature has four short legs and is slung low to the ground. It is covered with black scales, with flecks of golden and silver scales among them. It has two long horns growing from its head.

A ninki nanka is an aquatic tropical dragon that meddles in the affairs of the people who live in its wide territory. It rarely deigns to interfere in the lives of commoners, but feels very strongly about the rulership of the people who live there. A ninki nanka considers itself a kingmaker, and if it is not consulted to give its authorization to the local king, it will make life difficult for the people that king rules. Ninki nankas have a variety of magic powers, which they can use to bless those they approve of and vex those they do not. If a ninki nanka is particularly impressed with a potential mortal ruler, it will bestow a magical scale upon them that enhances their Charisma and can conjure great treasures…at the cost of the ninki nanka being able to check in on them whenever the dragon wishes.

A ninki nanka views combat as an interesting challenge and diversion at times, but usually only uses a fraction of its power. Typically it tries to just kill enemies with its jaws and horns, or blast them with its rainbow breath, which carries multiple types of destructive energy. Anyone who survives the ninki nanka’s initial assault is seen as more worthy, whereupon the dragon begins to draw upon its magical powers. Ninki nankas do not hesitate to flee from a losing fight, but will return later and call upon allies to help it take revenge.

Ninki nankas come in all alignments, but most of them are lawful. Good ninki nankas only support kings who are good to their subjects, and evil ninki nankas value might and cunning about kindness and mercy. There are a few chaotic ninki nankas; these bestow their favor on potential rulers who will shake up and change their societies, whether for better or worse depending on the moral alignment or the whims of the dragon. Like most dragons, ninki nankas value treasure, and those wishing to court their favor usually give them gifts. It eats gold and other precious metals, incorporating them into its scales. When a ninki nanka is slain, a treasure value equal to the normal amount for a creature of its CR can be extracted from its hide with a successful DC 25 Craft (metalworking) or Survival check. There are few creatures strong enough to simply hunt ninki nankas for their hides.

Ninki Nanka CR 14 XP 38,400 LN Huge dragon (aquatic) Init +6; Senses blindsense 60 ft., darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +24, scent Aura frightful presence (60 ft., DC 24) Defense AC 29, touch 11, flat-footed 26 (-2 size, +2 Dex, +1 dodge, +18 natural) hp 200 (16d12+96) Fort +16, Ref +12, Will +15 DR 15/magic; Immune paralysis, sleep; Resist acid 10, cold 10, electricity 10, fire 10, sonic 10; SR 25 Offense Speed 40 ft., swim 60 ft. Melee bite +21 (2d6+7 plus grab), 2 claws +21 (1d6+7), gore +21 (1d12+7), tail slap +16 (2d8+10 plus trip) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. (10 ft. with claws) Special Attacks powerful blows (tail slap), rainbow breath (60 foot line, Ref DC 24) Spell-like Abilities CL 14th, concentration +20 (+24 casting defensively) At will—divine favor, endure elements, enthrall (DC 18), fog cloud, heat metal (DC 18), obscuring mist 3/day—call lightning (DC 19), discern lies (DC 20), fire shield, empowered flame strike (DC 21), greater command (DC 21), ice storm, magic vestment, quickened searing light, sleet storm 1/day—control weather, control winds (DC 22), fire seeds (DC 22), geas/quest, repulsion (DC 23), sunbeam (DC 23) Statistics Str 24, Dex 15, Con 22, Int 17, Wis 20, Cha 23 Base Atk +16; CMB +25 (+29 grapple); CMD 38 (42 vs. trip) Feats Alertness, Blind-Fight, Combat Casting, Dodge, Empower SLA (flame strike), Improved Initiative, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (searing light) Skills Climb +16, Diplomacy +21, Intimidate +21, Knowledge (arcana, local, nobility, religion) +18, Perception +24, Sense Motive +24, Spellcraft +18, Stealth +9 (+17 underwater), Survival +20, Swim +24 Languages Aquan, Boggard, Common, Draconic SQ amphibious, font of magic (Nobility, Sun, Weather), scale of splendor Ecology Environment warm forests and freshwater Organization solitary or pair Treasure standard plus special (see above) Special Abilities Font of Magic (Sp) A ninki nanka gains access to the spells from three cleric domains as spell-like abilities. One of these is always the Nobility domain, but the other two domains vary between individuals. The ninki nanka can only choose an alignment domain if its alignment matches the domain. A ninki nanka can use the 1st and 2nd level spells as spell like abilities at will, the 3rd, 4th and 5th level spells as spell-like abilities 3/day, and the 6th and 7th level spells as spell like abilities 1/day. If two of its domains grant the same spell, it increases the amount of times it can use this to the next step. For example, if a ninki nanka has both the Liberation and Luck domain, it would be able to use break enchantment and freedom of movement at will. Rainbow Breath (Su) As a standard action, a ninki nanka can breathe multicolored energy in a 60 foot line. Any creature in the area takes 3d8 points of acid damage, 3d8 points of cold damage, 3d8 points of electricity damage, 3d8 points of fire damage and 3d8 points of sonic damage. A ninki nanka can use this ability three times per day, but must wait 1d4 rounds between uses. Scale of Splendor (Su) A ninki nanka can shed a single scale as a full round action, which acts as a rod of splendor for a single individual designated by the ninki nanka. A ninki nanka can view whoever carries the scale at will as per a scrying spell (Will DC 24 negates). This functions for any creature who holds the scale, whether they are designated to use it or not. A ninki nanka can only have one scale of splendor at a time. The scale is an object with a hardness of 6 and 5 hit points.

#ninki nanka #dragon #mandinka #pathfinder 1e #world tour #african folklore #cryptozoology

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abbatoirablaze · 8 months

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The Girl With Two Dragons, Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: overt incestuous tones, mentions of an injury, threats of abortion. Pretty dark for some pre-teens.

“I don’t like them…”

Aemond frowned at his cousin, “you have no reason not to like them, Daemhrya…we-we have a reason, but you do not…they’re not coming for your hold on the iron throne…but Princess Rhaenyra and her sons are coming for Aegon and myself…”

“I don’t like them because they are unkind to you…” she huffed, glaring in the direction of her great nephews, “Helaena and I agree…they are unkind, little bastards.”

He scoffed, “You and Helaena agree on little, cousin…”

“That we agree on….” The nine-year-old prince frowned as she took his hand in her own, “she told me what Aegon and those ‘strong’ boys did…how they tried to make you look weak against them…it was cruel.”

He frowned, “I begged them not to say a word to anyone…Aegon was only going along with it beca-”

“A pig, Aemond,” she whimpered softly, cutting him off, “please…take one of my dragons, Aemond…I cannot stand to see them treat you this way. You are brave and sweet, and worth the world and more…”

He looked behind them to her two dragons. She was only seven and he was nine, but the two dragons were already much taller than the both of them. He sighed, shaking his head at her, “I cannot do that, Daemhyra. You and I both know that they are bonded to you…”

“I know you’ve always loved Shaedowir,” she sighed, looking to the dark dragon, “he’s always been kind to you…listened to you as though he was bonded to you…”

“They listen to me, because of you, Daemhyra,” he admitted, “Shaedowir knows that what you want is for them to obey me just as they obey you…but it’s not what he wants. I see that. And I know that you do, too!”

“Aemond-“

She bit her lip as Aemond stroked her cheek, “I cannot take either of your dragons…I-I must find one and bond with them that way…if I’m even meant to be a dragon rider.”

She looked up at him through teary eyes, “don’t you dare say that, sweet Aemond…you’re most certainly meant to be a dragon rider. It’s the call of our family. It’s in our blood! Even they have dragons…and they’re but half the Targaryen you are!”

Aemond smiled, “you are far too kind to me cousin…”

“And you are far too gentle with me…”

Aemond blushed at the connotations in her words, “Well…I-uh-“

“I’m sorry if I was too forward,” she spoke softly, looking away from her cousin. She took a step back and dropped his hand, “I-I should check on Baela and Rhae…”

“Daemhrya…wait…”

“I should go…” she said quickly, shaking her head, “thank-thank you for coming, dear cousin. It means the world to me that you are here in our hour of need.”

And before he could take another breath to argue against her leaving, she was placing a kiss on his cheek and running towards her sisters and father. Behind him, Aemond could hear the drunken scuffle of his elder brother.

“You are so inept!”

Aemond snapped around turning to face his older brother who happened to be sneering at him, “Aegon…what do you want?”

“You’re really still pining over Daemhyra?” he chuckled, “and coming on to her after her stepmother has passed? That’s low, even for you!”

“I-I wasn’t…that was-“

“I wonder what father would say if he knew…that’s not very becoming…is it?”

“Aegon…”

“Leave him be, Aegon,” Helaena cursed, slapping her brother, and soon to be husband, “stop meddling in Aemond’s affairs…”

He narrowed his eyes at her, “What right do you have, hitting your future king?”

“I have every right, hitting my future husband,” she hissed, finding her backbone for a second, “the tricks and the treachery with our brother stops now…if you want to drag up the dirty laundry of this family we will settle it…I know about the tricks you’ve been playing on Aemond in the pits…I know how you and those strong boys have been tormenting him about not having a dragon. That ends now!”

“Or what?” he growled, scowling at his sister, soon to be wife, “what are you going to do, Helaena? Tell mother and father? Plot against me with our cousin because you both have feelings for Aemond? I’ll remind you that your future duty is to me…it’s to the kingdom!”

“If you don’t stop torturing Aemond, I’ll make sure to drink the tea for every babe you put in me,” she spat, “you can father a hundred illegitimate bastards, but none will take the crown if they do not come from our union…so stop your foolishness…”

“Don’t pretend that you would do that even for a second,” he growled, “an act like that would be a betrayal to our kingdom. You understand what your duty is as my future lady wife.”

“Don’t test that theory then, Aegon…lay down your weapons when it comes to our brother, and I’ll lay down mine.”

His jaw clenched before he spat on the ground and walked away. Helaena turned towards her brother with a frown. She put her hand out and gently squeezed his shoulder, “A-are you okay, Aemond?”

“Helaena…y-you’ve never acted like that…” he said in an amused tone, still partially in disbelief over what he’d just witnessed “wh-what’s gotten into you?”

“Our cousin may have had some strong points,” she huffed, angling her chin upwards, while showing that she had no indication of wanting to admit just how little she saw eye to eye with Daemhyra, Aemond smiled at how subtle she was trying to be, not wanting to admit that she’d even so much as talked to their cousin, “she was right in what she said, Aemond…I shouldn’t just stand idly by while our brother aligns himself with our eldest sister’s ‘strong’ boys…They are not family. And it’s not right for him to look for that audience while they try to belittle you. I choose Targaryen, brother…just as she…”

He felt a swell in his heart as Helaena walked off, ignoring the rest of the people who were trying to talk to her. Aemond’s own heart calling for the woman who had already left in a hurry.

Aegon rushed to hold her back as a look of horror crossed her features. Aemond’s heart fell to the pit of his stomach as she looked around at the room, glaring at her second cousins and her sisters, “What is wrong with you lot? He is hurt! Can you not see that Prince Aemond has been harmed? WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING?”

Aegon, try as he might, couldn’t hold her back, and she fell at his feet, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed against his thigh. Aemond reached down to her, and she took his hand, kissing it even though it was dirtied with the earth and his own dried blood.

“My sweet prince, what has become of you?” she sobbed against him, “who dare touched you in such a manner?”

His nose twitched and he wanted to say something, but his mouth wouldn’t let him. Something deep within himself was forcing him to remain quiet.

“Daemhyra!”

She looked up, cheeks already blotchy from the tears, towards Queen Alicent, who looked like she was having a hard time restraining herself as well. The king stood solemnly beside her.

“My-my grace…we must find who did this to Aemond,” Daemhyra whimpered sadly. Her hand shook as she reached up to his cheek and he leaned into it. Her lower lip wobbled as she stared back to Aemond, “I will find who did this to you my prince…I will-“

“Daemhyra!” Her eyes shot to her fathers, and he shook his head, “Child…restrain yourself and remove yourself from his feet…the king is about to do an inquiry…”

She stood, and Aegon was quick to step forth from his spot at the hearth, to pull her against his chest. She sniffled and Alicent quickly stepped over to her, wrapping her arm around her, “we will find the truth, child…our king will not let whoever harmed our Aemond get away with this…”

“Bae…Rhae…” she whispered softly, seeing that her half-sisters were dirtied and had bruises. Her sisters looked away from her, and she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. They were acting like they had something to do with it.

“Quiet, child…” King Viserys said softly, sparing his favorite niece a sad look.

“Our grace will punish those who hurt our beloved Aemond!” Alicent whispered softly, kissing the top of her head, “he is good and just. They will not get away with it!”

She only nodded along, unable to find the words. She noticed as the room seemed to split under the king’s gaze. The greens stood on one side of Aemond, while princess Rhaenyra and the blacks stood with the rest of the house Velaryon.

Rhaenyra, feeling like she had to start, took a step forward and held Lucerys close, “my king…what happened was a regrettable accident.”

“Accident,” the queen scoffed, letting go of Daemhyra as she felt her rage growing. She stepped down until she was across from the princess, “Prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush. He meant to kill my son.”

Aegon stepped beside her once more, and wrapped his arm around her. She clung to his tunic, entranced by what was unfolding, and terrified to find out that it was Rhaenyra’s boys that caused Aemond’s injuries.

“It was my sons who were attacked, and forced to defend themselves,” Rhaenyra said quickly, “vile insults were levied against them.”

“What insults?” Viserys asked, suddenly.

“The legitimacy of my son’s birth was put loudly to question!”

“What?”

“He called us bastards.” Jacerys frowned, admitting what Aemond had stated during their fight.

“My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne your grace,” Rhaenyra said quickly, “this is the highest of treasons. Prince Aemond must sharply be questioned so we can learn where he heard such lies and slanders.”

“Over an insult,” Alicent scoffed, “my son has lost an eye.”

“You tell me boy, where have you heard this lie?”

“The lie was training ear blasters,” Alicent answered just as swiftly, “it was nothing.”

“Aemond…you tell me…”

“Where is the boy’s father?” Alicent asked, hoping to change the subject, “perhaps Sir Laenor has something to say in the matter?”

“Yes, where is Sir Laenor?”

“I do not know, your grace,” Rhaenyra lied, “I could not find sleep. I had gone out to walk.”

“Entertaining his young squires, if I had to venture!” Alicent sneered.

“Aemond…look at me,” Viserys called, “your king demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

Aemond briefly looked to his mother, and Viserys followed his eye, before he looked down, “Aegon.”

Viserys’ jaw clenched and he stepped towards Aegon. Aegon, panicked, released Daemhyra as his father closed in on him, “And you…boy…where did you hear such lies? AEGON! Tell me the truth of it?”

“We know…father. Everyone knows,” he said in a deadly slow tone, “just look at them.”

A silence filled the room, and the rest of the Velaryons looked to Rhaenyra’s sons. It was an uncomfortable truth that they had all been faced with.

While everyone else in the family Targaryen and Velaryon had snow white hair, their hair was dark like chocolate. Their eyes were brown as driftwood.

But no one had dared point it out in front of the king before.

Even the king seemed uncomfortable as he turned around.

Nervously, Daemhyra clung to Aegon’s hand. The young prince wrapped his arm around his cousin once more, as if the favor that she carried would somehow transfer over to him and protect him from his father’s wrath.

“This interminable in-fighting must cease,” the king begged as he turned away from his eldest son in a huff, “ALL OF YOU! We are a family! Now make your apologies and show your goodwill to each other. Your father. Your grandsire. YOUR KING demands it.”

He spared his wife a look before stepping past her.

“That is insufficient,” Alicent said firmly, turning towards her husband, “Aemond has been damaged permanently. Goodwill cannot make him whole.”

“I know Alicent…”

“No, because his eye has been taken!”

“And what would you have me do?”

“There is a debt to be paid,” she answered, looking to Rhaenyra, “I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

“My dear wife!” Viserys said calmly, trying to dissuade his wife from saying something she’d regret.

“He is your son, Viserys, your blood!”

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement!” he said firmly, before turning once more.

“If the king will not seek justice, then the queen will,” she replied “Sir Cristen. Bring me the eye of Lucerys Targaryen.”

The crowd looked at one another, shocked at her response. The little boy called for his mother, quickly hiding behind her.

“He can choose which eye he wishes to keep,” Alicent hissed angrily, “a courtesy that he did not grant my son.”

“You will do no such thing!” Rhaenyra called.

“Stay your hand!” the king commanded.

“No, YOU ARE SWORN TO ME!” Alicent demanded, “TO ME! AND YOU SHALL DO WHAT I SAY!”

“I’m sworn to you…as your protector my queen.”

“Alicent this matter is finished,” the king said in an authoritative tone, “do you understand? And let it be known, that anyone who’s tongue seems to question the birth of Rhaenyra’s son’s shall have it removed.”

“Thank you father!” Rhaenyra said softly, cutting through the tension in the room. The king turned away, tired of the matter, and Daemhyra released Aegon’s hand, only to rush Aemond once more. The prince received her as she fell at his feet.

“You did not deserve this, my prince!” she whimpered, sobbing against his thigh yet again.

“I’m alive, princess,” he whispered solemnly, “I’m broken now…but I’m alive…”

But their reunion was short-lived when the Queen reached for her husband’s dagger, and the room broke out in a panic as she attacked Princess Rhaenyra.

Chapter 3

#the girl with two dragons #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #lucerys targaryen #viserys targaryen #daemon targeryan #house black #queen alicent #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #aegon targaryen

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clovermarigold · 7 months

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Daggers & Daffodils Chap.24

Dagur x Reader

WARNING: Alrighty readers, trigger warning. I know this probably wasn't what you expected from this cringey fic, but we have some depictions of violence coming up. Don't worry, nothing is too graphic, but it is still very apparent what is happening. You have been warned.

Rage. All Dagur could feel was rage. In a matter of minutes, he had managed to lose both his Dragon eye, his treasure, and his, well... you. Fear plagued the crew as they watched their chief walk across the wooden deck wordlessly. By now Dagur would have screamed or thrown someone over the side of the ship. But it was his silence that left the ship quiet and shaking. Dagur suddenly stopped walking, his eyes never once leaving the floor. "B-boss" one of the berserkers asked taking a step too close. In a swift movement, Dagur wrapped a hand around his neck throwing him onto his back, fingers still wrapped tightly around his windpipe restricting air.

The audience of berserker soldiers could only wince and look away doing nothing as Dagur let loose his anger on the poor man. After a few minutes Dagur stilled, panting heavily in exhaustion, fists stained red, and eyes bloodshot. This was his breaking point. Hiccup Haddock had stolen from him for the last time. Now, he would pay. He would pay for taking you from him, for not letting him make things better between the two of you after your argument, for getting in the way of your engagement, for everything. Meddling in the affairs of others would have a price, one that would be paid for in blood.

Your bed felt heavenly upon your arrival home. Though, a nagging part in the back of your brain would point out how much softer Dagur's had been. It would do, you were too exhausted to complain. The salt from the sea water had dried in your hair, crusting it and leaving small grains. You would need to wash before you fell asleep. Maybe things would get better soon. They had to; you weren't sure how much more of this you could take. You sighed, "Why is everything ten times more difficult than it needs to be" you asked, looking up above you where Silver Tongue hung upside down. Letting out a snort and puff of steam, he covered himself in his wings, clearly fed up with you. "...Scabbard, you're my new favorite" the larger dragon's reclusiveness shed like a snake's skin as he unraveled his wings with a sharp and upset screech. You laughed, yeah. Things were going to get better.

Your supply run to Berk was a nice break from the swarms of Fireworms, Rumblehorns, and Quakens you were forced to deal with the past few weeks. Your father certainly enjoyed it, not so subtly hinting at needing their village dragon healer back home. You were tempted to stay, but the others needed you, and besides, Gothi was doing just fine taking care of the village ailments, even if she didn't specialize in creatures with four legs.

"Okay gang, remember; were only taking absolute necessities to Dragon's Edge" Hiccup explained only to be met with laughter from Snotlout. "I guess we're leaving you behind, Fishlegs". "Come on. You're better than that, Snotlout. Oh, wait. No, you're not" Fishlegs said loading backs of rocks onto Meatlug. "Don't mind him, Fishlegs. He's just coping with the fact that his dad didn't want to say hi when we got here" you said with a smile as you tied down your last basket of herbs onto Silver Tongue's saddle. "Hey" Snotlout let out an offended whine crossing his arms.

A loud ringing sounded from the twins as Ruff slammed a mace into Tuff's head, bouncing it off of his helmet with a thud, "Not bad. That's a two. Do it again". "Ow, yeah, three. I still think we could do better".

"Which one of the usual suspects was out sinking boats on their dragon this morning" your father along with Gobber, Bucket, and Mulch walked towards you. "Sinking boats?", "Bucket and Mulch saw the whole thing." your dad said, "And don't try convincing me that there's anyone else in the archipelago who could pull something like this off!".

You all exchanged looks wordlessly, before Tuff came up from his concussed state to yammer, "It was me, Chief! I couldn't control myself. I had to do it. What's wrong with me? Why do I do things like this? Why doesn't anybody do anything to stop me? Cand you all see that it's a desperate cry for help" he broke into sobs. "What are you talking about? None of that happened" Ruff walked up to him. "I know that. I just always wanted to confess to something. How'd it play? I didn't overdo it, did I?" you rolled your eyes. "Yeah, I mean overall, you seemed grounded, but still it was a little hard to believe" Ruff said, earning an irritated sound from your father.

"Dad, we've been together all morning. It couldn't have been one of us" Hiccup explained ignoring the two imbeciles. "Well, if it wasn't one of you. We have a much more serious problem on our hands".

"Rogue dragon rider?" Astrid asked. "Not good, not good at all" said Fishlegs. "No, it isn't. And we need to find out who it is" Hiccup said calling everyone to mount up.

"Ok, gang, let's spread out" Hiccup called as you all landed on the beaten-up ship of Bucket and Mulch.

"I've been thinking about this rogue dragon rider" Astrid said. "Dagur" you and Hiccup said in unison. "It makes sense. If Dagur has a dragon and is attacking ships, then who's to say we won't be next?".

"Hiccup, you got to see this" Fish legs called, directing your attention to a number of large and deep gashes ripped into the side of the ship. "Those are some deep gashes. Any idea what it could be?". "This dragon is extremely powerful. It has the slashing attack of a Speed Stinger yet from the depth of the strikes it appears to be as strong as a Typhoomerang" Fishlegs explained. "Well, any dragon that strong definitely shouldn't be anywhere near Dagur" Hiccup nodded in agreement circling back to the others, "You guys, you find anything else?". "This ship has been stripped of everything valuable" Astrid kicked an empty cargo bucket to prove her point.

The twins meanwhile loudly fought over something large and silver. "Nothing over here. Right, sis?" Tuff attempted to lie horribly, realizing the groups eyes were on the two of them, "Nope, no-thing".

"Zilch. Not a thing in front, behind, or to either side of us". "Oh, for Thor's sake, we can see it behind you two" you groaned. "Alright, but we get to keep it. Yeah, finders' keepers" the twins bargained Hiccup taking it from them. "A barb?" Fishlegs exclaimed. "That looks like one of Stormfly's" Astrid pointed out.

"Which means the dragon could belong to the Sharp Class. You hear that, Silver Tongue? We might have another sharp class friend" Silver Tongue huffed steam out of his nostrils, a low grumble emanating from his chest. "This. This is why Scabbard is your only friend, and she doesn't exactly have high standards".

"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Hiccup asked. "Ooh ooh, good game, Hiccup! You think of something, we'll try to guess what it is. And if we do, we get a prize" Tuff put his two index fingers to either side of his head as he thought hard, Ruff soon doing the same. "Hmm, let me see. I'm thinking you two are muttonheads" Snotlout shakes his head in irritation and disbelief. "Yes! I win" Tuff jumps up with a fist in the air.

"I'm thinking, if we find the dragon, we find the rider. And I have a pretty good idea of how we can find the dragon" Hiccup said holding up the silver spine.

After using Mulch to get an identifying drawing Stormfly activated the dragon eye to search for more information. "That's it, the Razorwhip". "Okay, Fishlegs, do your thing" walking up to the dragon eye he took a moment to decipher the runes cast on the wall, "Okay, Razorwhip. Sharp class dragon. Long, spiny, barbed tail. Very aggressive. Very dangerous. This symbol indicates it can use its tail to wrap around a victim and literally squeeze the life out of them. Unless it's in a hurry, then it just slices you in half". "Fishlegs, is there anything about this dragon that won't kill us" Astrid asks.

"It's eyeballs?" Ruff asks, "nope, poisonous tears". "Poison, I love it" Tuff cheers. "Poisons fantastic. Fishlegs, is there anything that might help us locate it" Hiccup holds his hand out to quiet the twins.

"Let's see, huh, mmm no not that, oral hygiene, feeding habits--", "whoa whoa whoa. Go back to that one. If we can figure out what this thing eats, then we might figure out where it eats" Hiccup reasoned.

"Sea slugs! It eats sea slugs". Tuff gaged "Slugs? I hate those slimy monsters. They're just snails without homes. Giant homeless snails!". Hiccup ignored him, "We've come across a few islands that are crawling with sea slugs. Hopefully. our Razorwhip's hungry". "And hungry for sea slugs, not Vikings" you add on, making Snotlout gulp.

"I have a good feeling about this island" Fishlegs smiles. "That's what you said about the last five island!" Snotlout yelled at him. "Lighten up, Snotlout. He's just being positive" Snotlout rolled his eyes at you. "Well, excuse me if I'm not exactly positive to be chasing after a dragon that could cut us in half!". "Or strangle us to death" Fishlegs adds earning a laugh from you and a glare from Snotlout.

"Hey, has anyone considered what we'll do if we actually find this Razorwhip?" Astrid rasied a valid point. "You can marry it" Tuff said lacing his fingers together, idolizing the deadly dragon. "What if Dagur's riding it?"she asked. "Well, then, Ruffnut can have him. I admit, it will be complicated. But I will one day come to love him as my own" "um, Tuffnut--", "Like a little babe, a child that I carry in my arms. But he's too heavy". The group became awkwardly silent at that. "...Yeah, that's never gonna happen" Snotlout breaks the quiet. "And why's that!?" Ruff counters. "Uh, duh. Because the only type Dagur has starts with Y and ends with N" Tuff thought for a moment. "...Yarn woman!" you face palmed. "No! Y/N" Snotlout guffawed at Tuffs answer.

"Guys, look! Smoke!" Hiccup called, "A campfire". Landing, you found a campground, the fire freshly drenched. Astrid looked at the number of crates around the site, "Could be the loot from the ship". "These gashes look familiar too," you pointed to a number of large deep scrapes along a large rock.

"Alright, gang, let's split up, and search the island for our rogue rider and his Razorwhip. He can't be far away. Fishlegs, you and Meatlug stay, signal if they come back" Hiccup ordered, the group going off into different directions.

Circling a section of the island with tall trees you were met with nothing. "Scabbard, seek" the small green dragon dove off the left of Silver Tongue towards the tree line only to be intercepted and caught in the mouth of a silver blur, "Scabbard!".

In a heartbeat Silver Tongue dove downwards, chasing after the cloaked rider on top of the Razorwhip. If this was in fact Dagur, you were going to kill him. Unfortunately, though Silver Tongue's four wings and massive wingspan did give him large control in the air, it also slowed him down. Thankfully to your luck Hiccup zoomed past you, chasing the rogue rider into the cliffs. "Thor, please let her be ok" your breathing though erratic and near the edge of a panic attack was able to fend it off long enough to catch up to where you saw your brother aiding the rogue rider.

"Hiccup! Is it Dagur? Is Scabbard o--", "Heather!" the group exclaimed in shock and anger. "You rolled me into a river" Snotlout yelled. "You trapped me in a cave" Astrid had her hands on her hips. "You left me dangling in a tree" Fishlegs said with a squeak. "Your dragon tried to eat mine!" you yelled cradling the drool covered Scabbard to your chest. "And I have to admit, the chicken move? That brought back some memories".

"Well, guys, I'm sure she has a really good reason for doing what she did. Right?" Hiccup asked. "Look, I've been living out here on my own for years and I've made more than a few enemies. I didn't want you guys to be involved. I needed to send you back to Berk". "You couldn't have just, I don't know, said that?!" Snotlout said offended. "Would you have listened?" she countered.

"She has a point. We're stubborn" Astrid agreed. "Heather, whatever problems you have, whatever enemies you've made, we can help. You don't have to be out here alone anymore" Hiccup reasoned gesturing to the group. "Hiccup, please, just let this go" Heather asked. "We have a base not far from here. Come back with us. Nothing permanent. We'll get you some provisions and catch up. You can see how you like it".

"Woah, Razorwhip. This is the best dream ever" said a dizzy Tuff, as Heather's dragon inspected him closely. "It's like I can reach out and tough it" a pet and a nuzzle from the dragon confirmed Tuff's query, "I can reach out and touch it! Cold, scaly. I Tuffnut Thorston, take thee, Razorwhip, whatever your last name is, insert it here, to be my-- Oh, hey Heather. What are you doing in my dream? At my wedding. I didn't put you on the list".

"You're not dreaming Tuff" Heather smiled lightly in amusement. "Oh... huh. In that case, Razorwhip attack! Run!" Tuff scrambled back over to the rest of the group. "I see nothing has changed" Hiccup shrugged, "Yeah, same story, different year. Let's head over to dragon's edge". Heather quirked a brow at your brother, "Not gonna give up, are you?". "Not likely" Heather gave in, "Okay, Dragon's edge it is".

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Thank you everyone for reading! had to end it here because if not this chapter was going to go on for ages.

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