"They say there's a dragon in the woods.
It wasn’t always a dragon. Before it stalked the woods and became its most powerful predator, it used to be a statue.
Sailors first discovered it among their fishing lines, the rocky surface somehow flawless despite how long it made its home in the sea. They brought it back with them along with their bountiful catch, sure it would provide good luck to their village if they displayed it in the square.
For many years it watched over the town, keeping a silent eye over the children while their fathers were away at work. The villagers kept the statue clean, polishing its smooth stone and wiping away dirt and snow alike.
Then one day, a crack formed down its chest.
The villagers panicked, pandemonium breaking out and shrouding the town in fear. Who had done it? Who had cracked their prized statue, which brought them good luck and prosperity?
A day later, the crack had widened, webbing down its torso and over its shoulders. Accusations were tossed from one villager to the next, until every family was whispering bitter gossip behind each other's backs.
Cracks started to form in its wings, and a guard was placed to catch whoever was vandalizing the statue. But even that wasn't able to stop the cracks from widening, spreading further still.
Was time simply claiming their beloved statue? Or were there more sinister motives at play?
Deep in the night, when the lone guard had fallen into a deep sleep, a gasp tore through the silence of the square. Not a single soul was awake enough to hear it, not even when the statue took another breath.
A scream awoke the rest of the village the next morning, and when they all came running to see the comotion, they discovered the statue was gone.
Some say the dragon still lurks in the woods, keeping a close eye on the town. If you're lucky enough, you can even find one of its paw prints in the dead of winter; a sign that it's in the middle of a hunt."
A huff broke the quiet after a long pause.
"That's dumb," Emma pouted.
Jack wrinkled his nose, but his smile never left his face. "I'm sorry, are my story-telling skills getting old?"
“Why would everyone think the statue turned into a real dragon?” Emma questioned, crossing her arms in that know-it-all way she was getting fond of. “Those are myths. Just like your story.”
“Well, for one thing, my story isn’t a myth.”
With a squint of her eyes, Emma frowned. “How do you know?”
Jack smiled. Leaning forward, he held up a hand as if to make sure no one else would overhear what he was about to say. Emma leaned in towards him with wide eyes, always keen to hear more of his stories no matter how much she pretended otherwise. “You wanna know how I know?” he whispered.
Emma nodded, and his grin widened.
“I was there.”
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Hey y'all what started as a sketch to see how Hiccup would look as a half-dragon spiraled and then me and @hijacksecrets ended up making an entire backstory around it. I hope you like the mysteries in our little blurb :33
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Its Rocky Horror Picture Show night at Jack's college!
Jack's dragging as many friends as he can to it and he's making them all dress up while he dresses up as Columbia because damn if he's gonna pass up an opportunity to dress up in sparkles and hot pants. He knows he looks good, and North looks great in biker gear, and Sandy and Bunny fighting over who got to wear gold hot pants had been a riot, and Tooth had been dying to wear that one skimpy maid outfit she bought for Halloween last year. They had been looking forward to this night for almost two weeks.
He never expected to see his tall, dark, and terrifying lit. professor there. He never expected to see his tall, dark, and handsome lit. professor in fishnets and a corset.
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Danny Phantom x Rise of The Guardians
(Got this idea from this fic, and I’ll be referencing it throughout kinda like my own version of it)
Where Danny met Pitch Black when he was pretty young and wormed his way into his heart and stuck like a parasite
Idk how they would meet but I’m thinking of like Pitch coming around and visiting danny every once in a while just to check in on danny since the fentons always seemed a bit absent and he always found Danny in situations kids usually aren’t in(brain is empty rn so I can’t think of anything)
After a few years pass Pitch has grown very found of Danny and calls him Grim Reaper(from the fic) and has a reluctant sorta father-son relationship going on with Danny :)
But then comes Danny’s accident and Pitch decided to get Danny away from home. Pitch was very confused because dude just checked in on Danny every once in a while, (even if his visits had gotten more frequent with time) but he had no clue how to deal with a freshly dead kid? It was a confusing time and in his worry, he decided to turn to Jack Frost to hopefully help him
That’s where my brain has reached its limit on this little idea though, I’ll have to rewatch rise of the guardians since it’s been a LONG time since I’ve watched it. Once I do I’ll try to build on this idea :)
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I’ve never played Baldur’s Gate 3 but my internet experience has been forcibly injected with Astarion content cause ofc it has,,
And every time I see him I can’t help but think of Jack Frost
Like not just how he looks but his mannerism, his snark and sass, his fruity swagger, it’s all SO Jack,, especially @lmelodie ‘s Jack, it’s so himmm
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