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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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Which are the Drarry fic that you have re-read more than any other?

These are from my reread pile! The first four several times over. :)

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

Number Seven by sara_holmes (253k)

Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone… Right?

Away Childish Things by lettered (153k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along by lauren3210 (30k)

Draco and Harry have been flatmates and best friends for years, and Draco thinks life is just perfect that way. But when something comes along and threatens to take all that away, Draco has to decide what it is he really wants, and just how hard he's going to work to get it.

Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n (180k)

Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (102k)

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't.

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by waspabi (93k)

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound (2014, E, 150k)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl (364k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114k)

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

What We Pretend We Can’t See by Gyzym (131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)

Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

Turn by Saras_Girl (306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Running on Air by eleventy7 (74k)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

Such Great Heights by aideomai (93k)

Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

Dwelling by aideomai (83k)

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

In Pieces by dysonrules (85k)

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.

An Issue of Consequence by Faith Wood (20k)

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend.

Save My Wonders by sdk (21k)

Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco's senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother's roses and... something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar... And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

The Devil's White Knight by AngrySpaceRavenclaw/orphaned (64k)

When Harry wakes up in an alternate timeline--a timeline where Voldemort was defeated long before the first war--he discovers everything is different. His parents, his godfather, his friends--and him. Harry must deal with the consequences of who he would have been if he had been raised by his parents, and figure out where he stands with his casual hook up, Draco Malfoy.

What I thought by bafflinghaze (7k)

Draco thought they were in a relationship. Harry thought it was just sex.

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by @digthewriter (9k)

Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.

A Broken but Happy Sound by thusspakekate (7k)

Sometimes we do terrible things for no reason. Other times, we have terrible reasons.

Packing the Flat by marguerite_26 (6k)

Months after their explosive break-up, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings.

#drarry #drarry fic recs #drarry reclist #my recs #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #fic recs #drarry recs

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cigarcloud · 9 days

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The Sun Hardly Touches Me

Word Count: 1200 Ao3 Link Summary: “That man is a menace to the future of humanity!” Sengoku’s voice rang out over the loud crush of battle. Crocodile smirked to himself as he pushed his way through the bodies. He had to agree, that little brat was a menace. His body melted into sand as he was hit with stray bullets. The grains slid over each other seamlessly to reform him. “He grew up with Ace! They’re like brothers!” Crocodile was only half listening as the Fleet Admiral rambled, his target was growing closer with each second. “As for his bloodline, he’s the son of Dragon the Revolutionary!”

The world stopped in its tracks. Author's Note: Poem at the beginning is an excerpt from Lamium by Louise Glück

This is how you live when you have a cold heart. As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock, under the great maple trees.

The sun hardly touches me.

Another husk hit the ground with a thud, another Marine who thought he could survive Sir Crocodile. It was a mistake many others had made. It was always their last.

“That man is a menace to the future of humanity!” Sengoku’s voice rang out over the loud crush of battle. Crocodile smirked to himself as he pushed his way through the bodies. He had to agree, that little brat was a menace. His body melted into sand as he was hit with stray bullets. The grains slid over each other seamlessly to reform him. “He grew up with Ace! They’re like brothers!” Crocodile was only half listening as the Fleet Admiral rambled, his target was growing closer with each second. “As for his bloodline, he’s the son of Dragon the Revolutionary!”

The world stopped in its tracks.

No.

“Can’t believe I let you kick the shit out me for so long, brat. No one else would get away with that, you know.” But there was no malice in his voice.

NO.

“Look at you, so handsome! Somebody gave you good genes, huh?” Arms wrapped around his back, a chin landed on his shoulder. Crocodile snorted.

“Hope you’re not referring to yourself, uggo.” Dragon laughed, peppering Crocodile with kisses, ignoring the performative disgust that followed.

“Never, Wani.”

NO!

It couldn’t be the truth. Crocodile raged on, reckless in his pursuit of Whitebeard. He could barely respond, barely think when that annoying pink bird intervened in his fight. In his head all he could hear was a mad chorus of denial, slamming against the walls of his skull.

“What did we do for the heavens to send down the sun itself?” Crocodile rolled his eyes at Dragon’s attempted poetic ramblings. “Well, at the very least you certainly didn’t get your joyful nature from your mother.”

He shouldn’t care, he had buried that loss long ago. He had given his sunshine to Dragon, and he had never let affection or love rule him since. It shouldn’t matter now, but denial could only get him so far. Deep down, a vicious instinct had already reared it’s ugly head, all gnashing teeth and throat rending screams. Crocodile was made servant to its calls.

My baby, my baby, my baby!

When the blades were ready to land on Fire Fist’s neck, he succumbed. His son had been through enough. He wouldn’t let anything else happen to him. The executioners were dead long before their bodies hit the ground beneath the scaffold.

“Crocodile!” Sengoku’s dismay was written all over his face, sounded in the sharp intonation of his voice. Crocodile couldn’t bring himself to care much. He rolled his eyes, and gave some vague excuse of not wanting Sengoku to win. A truth perhaps, but not the truth. The navy certainly didn’t need to know that Monkey D. Luffy’s bloodline was criminal on two fronts.

Doflamingo also took offense, although Crocodile knew he didn’t care if the Government had their way or not.

“Oh come on, Croc!” He heard as his head fell off of his shoulders. “You rejected me and now you’re joining Whitebeard? I’m jealous!” Crocodile scoffed once he had a mouth to do it with, his head rebuilt.

“I’m not joining anyone.” Not anyone he wanted Doflamingo to focus on, at least.

The battle raged on, his son at the center of it all. Enemy after enemy piled on, seeking to be the one who took out the Revolutionary’s son. But for as many adversaries he attracted, he lured in allies just as effectively. It was a trait Crocodile found irritating, when he had fought the kid. He had arrived in Alabasta, Princess already in tow and wrecked years of planning like it was nothing. In the wake of this revelation, he couldn’t be surprised. How could he complain of being burned when he had stood in the path of the sun?

“Mr. One!” He barked out, turning to his right hand man. “Keep an eye on Straw Hat.” An order he was thankful he gave, when only a few minutes later Mihawk raised his blade to Luffy. Daz blocked his path, but only for a moment. Thankfully a moment was all Crocodile needed to catch up with his son. He shielded Luffy from Mihawk’s second swing, his hook and Yoru screeching as they collided.

He wanted to pull Luffy away, to take him and run. He knew how foolish it would be though. The kid’s enemies and allies alike would target him, and Luffy himself would be fighting. So he swallowed his bile and watched as the battle raged on, as Luffy lost everything. As Crocodile failed to protect his baby, again.

His heart clenched as he heard his son’s wails. His baby screamed in agony, and if Sengoku’s announcement hadn’t clued him in he thought that cry would.

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got you.” Crocodile looked down at the little bundle, barely bigger than his hands. He watched in fascination as the wails died down and his baby smiled up at him. His face wasn’t one known for its calming effect, but the baby didn’t seem aware of that.

Luffy would find no comfort in him now, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting him out safe, alive. He could atone later, he could hand his son the world on a platter, but only if he made it out alive. A scream tore itself from Crocodile’s throat, his cool demeanor shattered as Akainu punched through Jinbe and into his son. He hurled himself forward, knowing nothing but the war drums of blood pounding in his ears.

He blocked Akainu’s second attack, and turned to his son. He was lost to his shock, completely unconscious. His body was limp in Jinbe’s arms. All Crocodile wanted to do was take him and cradle his baby like he hadn’t in seventeen years. Instead he whipped his hand out towards them, throwing a sandstorm with it.

“Sables!” He cried out, turning towards their retreating allies. “Somebody catch them and put them on the ship!” He turned towards Jinbe then, locking eyes with the fellow ex-Warlord. “If you want to protect something, do it right! Don’t let them have my son!” Crocodile’s eyes widened at the same time as Jinbe’s, realizing what he’d said. What he let slip in the heat of his rage. He whipped his head towards Akainu, but thank whatever Gods were watching the Admiral was dealing with several other allies. No one else had heard.

Luffy and Jinbe eventually made it to the Submarine of another new pirate. The Surgeon of Death. Not the most comforting name, but Crocodile would have to accept it. He saw Luffy’s injuries. They needed treatment right away, there was no time to find anyone else.

Once the submarine disappeared, it was time to leave. Crocodile shifted through the battlefield, locating Daz and making his escape. There was a lot of work to be done, if he wanted to gift the world to the sun.

#fanfic #one piece #sir crocodile #monkey d. luffy #crocodad #the sun hardly touches me

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cherry-pop-elf · 1 month

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Weasley Siblings As Firebender Types

In honor of returning to a convention again, after so many health issues stopped me, let's get self-indulgent!

For the sake lore wise, lets say this is in a modern setting

William 'Bill'

Obviously, mans will have that burned up face situation. Given, but in a setting wise he would be up the ladder and given the designated duty to study the history of the past. One of the few people who are trying to recover the airbending culture, and in charge of helping with items tampered with by bad karama/spirites. Meaning he is very close to the spiritual side, and more than likely using his bending as a means to mend things. Such as heating broken metal. An almost pacifist life style, which could have been influnced by how much hes learned through trying to help recover ancient history. Almost, A Pacifistic lifestyle. Recover what was lost. It would even be seen in his bending style, as he would be more intuned with air and water. Connected to the spirits, and it’ll show. You mess with him, well. Be careful next full moon buddy. Wouldn’t be a surprise if he pulled a Blue Spirit to steal back stolen artifacts

Charlie

He is the reason why the dragons have not gone extinct . He was specially chosen by the very dragons to help protect them. Running a special santuary on a island to keep them away, as to repair their nature. By this manner, he would have rainbow sparks in his flames. A sign that he is intuned with the dragons. Rasied by them, eats with them, he is much dragon as he is a bender. Having any visitors is esentially impossible, unless absolutly needed. Well, the weasley family would be allowed. Kin to their kin after all. He also would be extremely warm to the touch. Like I mean you throw a snow ball at him, it’s gonna start steaming. Mans a dragon. That would also mean he’s connected rather close to the spirit world. Not like Bill, but to say they haven’t been able to communicate through such a way is a lie. Just because he’s built like a jock doesn’t mean he’s dumber than a brick. Boy will he use that underestimation to his advantage in battle

Percy

Sorry guys, we know its true. He would climb the ranks, and get a bit intense. He will take pride in his nation, and need to have his family bring him back to earth alot. He would even be able to learn how to produce blue flames, in order to show his strength and determination to show the pride of his nation. Keep a close eye on him. He may be soon joining the Ozai Cult! A high ranking man he would be. Not in the military setting, but certainly working close to whatever lord is at attention at the time. Perhaps in charge of strategies for war, or works as a royal advisor. He’s important, but his own ego will cause some rifts. His connection to the spirit world is very weak, and that will be his down fall

Fred and George

They would have mastered combustion, and lighting bending. What do they do with such extreme skills? Cause mischief. They would more so run a fire work shop, and show you the beauty that fire can offer. Obviously they gotta be a dynamic of red and blue as well. Duh. They are always inventing, and would certainly be friends with everyone they can. Probs have Ty Lee genes in there somewhere even, and that’s how they are so charismatic. They can literally see your vibe, and know how to match it. As stereotypical as it is, they would have an extremely strong connection to the spirit world. As being identical twins. Which was perhaps how they were able to tap into such deep potential so young. They certainly are people you go to for advice. Be lucky they have that Ty Lee energy and are vibing. instead of being the next Azula

Ron

100% knows how to Lava bend. ((And of course the cliché that he would be teaching the next Avatar Fire bending/Helping master the element because duh)) But genuinely, he has a very earth bender personality. It would translate in his bending style, and a beautiful way to show he’s not like his siblings. He is just as much special, and different. He can handle his own, and out right manipulate a middle ground element. Earth benders better look out, he’s going to show you why you don’t mess with Weasleys. As for his spiritual connection, it’s faulty. Until he bonds with Hermione, and gets grounded again. He’s no where close like his older siblings, but his will to learn is what gives the realm a special place in their hearts for him. He’s trying, and that’s all that matters. In the end

Ginny

10000% Takes it to the levels of sportsmanship. Along with Jet Projection, and can manipulate her fire to help her fly. That sure startles her opponents. Though, but proxy it means she isn’t as spiritually connected as she should be. Hey, that’s what Luna is for anyway. She knows how to kick ass, even with out her fire bending. She wanted to know how to defend herself after all. Wouldn’t be a surprise if she had a Kyoshi Fan in her back pocket. She loves to learn any way to fight, and certainly learned different elements fighting styles. Able to keep her opponents on their toes, and understand how they move and work. She is proud of her power, but her connection to the spirits needs work. But, that’s where family comes in. Luna, and her brothers, will always have her back. And she will have theirs. You can count on it, that’s for sure

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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months

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Hello! :) :) :)

I love your stories 🥺🥺

Is it alright to ask for a reader X Trafalgar Law? But reader has this... Like...

It's hard to explain so I hope you don't mind 😭

Anyway, reader has this blood? Heritage? Thingy where they're the descendants of mighty dragons that once ruled the earth but was eradicated due to humanity's greed but reader's parents managed to escape but of course once she grew old, people found out and also killed their parents (BC they think that dragons are now this huge violent creatures since misconception and change of history in the past), but reader managed to run off.

Now, reader is almost as big as their ancestors in dragon form but semi, they're still tall (probably 6'5?) With big strong wings and horns that like... Loop around their ears (I can't explain it but like a goat's horn), and their entire human being is just 6'2 in height since they carry their ancestor's genes of big and mighty.

It's up to you about the gender but I think angst or fluff would do?

(side note, I think law would fanboy cause he's a fan of ninjas, why not a fan of dragons lol)

I finally figured out how to write this one! Also, as a note, I made Law super duper nerdy in this. I'm sorry if that's not how you see him, but the man is a nerd.

Warnings: major Law nerd-age, GN!Reader

Word Count: 1290

Looking up at the sky, you couldn’t help but wish you could be up there, wings spread out. To not only stretch your wings, but to feel the wind against your horns and through your hair. Scales that ran across your arms and legs in odd patches of color, over the backs of your forearms and elbows, down the sides of your thighs and covering most of your calves, splattered across your cheeks like colored diamonds. Your horns that started along your hairline before curling back around your ears, sharp tips pointing up just in front of your ears. Large wings that stretched out, more than double your height from tip to tip. Oh how you longed to glide across the currents once more, to soar through the air! Closing your eyes, you pushed away from the railing before heading back inside. Continuing to stare at the sky would only make the yearning worse. Part of you wanted to blame humanity for its greed, for its fear, but you couldn’t. At least, not entirely. You’d met humans that were kind, that were understanding and sweet. Humans that were giving and generous.

Despite how kind they were, however, you were still cautious. Your parents had met kind and caring humans, they’d thought they might be okay. Yet because of that, they no longer roamed this earth. You wondered if you were the last. The last of your kind. Were there still others like you? Wiping away a few tears, you tried to compose yourself. The others would want to know why you were crying and you refused to tell them. Refused to let them know what you were.

The way you always stared at the sky had always bothered him. As if your heart ached. He didn’t understand why you stared at the sky in such a way. Was there something you had lost? Perhaps someone you knew had flown you up there? He’d asked why you were always staring up at the sky before, but had gotten little in the way of answers. You always avoided the questions or gave him answers he couldn’t understand. It frustrated him to no end. He wanted to help you but what could he truly do if you wouldn’t tell him? Watching you step once more below deck, he recognized that look on your face. You’d been staring at the sky again. You always had a sorrowful look on your face when you’d been staring at the sky.

“You really should tell me what’s bothering you. Not only are we together, but I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Law said bluntly, making you frown.

“Nothing’s wrong. I don’t know why you insist that there is. Do I look like there is?” you asked, hoping that you looked fine.

“Yes. Everytime you look at the sky. I need you to tell me.” he said sternly, the look in his eyes hard. You turned away from him. You… you couldn’t tell him… could you?

“No. You have your secrets and I have mine.” you said stubbornly. You suddenly found yourself in his room, the walls plastered with various posters.

“Then I’ll tell you my secrets.” he said plainly as you looked around his room. What was all this? Posters of Sora, warrior of the sea, ninjas, the Sora comics Germa 66, most of them starring Sora defeating them, and… Dragons. Scattered across the room, interspaced between the Sora and ninja posters were ones of dragons. Large, fearsome creatures that were spitting fire. Elegant, long dragons that danced among the clouds. Titans that sat upon mountains of gold! And graceful, luminescent creatures that stood proudly in the moonlight.

“I… don’t understand.” you said softly, walking over to a small stuffed dragon that hid behind a lamp, as if he had tried to hide it from view.

“These are my… interests. As a child I adored the Sora, Warrior of the Sea comics. I find ninjas interesting and dragons fascinating.” he admitted, pulling his hat down over his face, embarrassed by what he was showing you.

“You… this is…” biting your lip, you took a deep breath, “Sora isn’t real, ninjas probably aren’t all they’re cracked up to be and dragons are mythical monsters.” you said, trying to hold back how much your own words hurt you. Law glared slightly.

“The Sora comics don’t have to be real, he stood for justice, they were good comics that I enjoyed as a child.” Law defended, “How would you know anything about ninjas? And there exist real life, historical accounts of dragons.” he growled. You were mocking him! At least, that’s how it felt.

“Fine, they were good comics, but you’ve never met any ninjas either! And okay, so they once existed, they’re still violent, fearsome beasts!” again and again, your own words stabbed at your heart. A fearsome beast. As if, by merely existing, you deserved death. Law’s glare turned from irritation into anger.

“We don’t know that! Are all giants dumb brutes? All pirates, greedy, violent, humans!” he shouted. He was getting pissed off that you were trashing things that he enjoyed. He’d wanted to open up to you so you would do the same to him. Now he wondered if he had made a mistake.

“I DO KNOW THAT!” You shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks as you let your half form show, wings sprouting from your back, horns curling around your head as scales emerged across your body, “I know that because that’s why I’m hunted! I know that because that’s why my parents were killed! I KNOW THAT BECAUSE I AM ONE!” you continued to scream, your body shaking as the tears continued to pour down your cheeks in waterfalls as Law stood there in shock. You’d always been a few inches shorter than him, still tall, but a few inches shorter. Now, if he counted the extra height from your horns, you technically stood an inch or two taller. Slowly, he walked forward. With each step forward, you took one back until you were against the wall. He was going to kill you. You feared you were the last of your kind and now… now there would be no one left. Turning your head to the side, you prepared yourself for his blow.

Law put his hand on your cheek, making you face him before pressing his lips against yours, shocking you. Your eyes snapped open, widening for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back with all that you had. He felt your desperation, your pain, your sadness, longing, and fear. Years worth of hiding from humanity pent up and hidden away. But he accepted you, he was… pleased with your form, he still wanted you.

“I know you, Y/n, perhaps not as well as I wish I had, but you’re not violent, not someone to be feared. Clearly, dragons have been given far too negative a reputation, worse than pirates. But I’ll never hurt you, you’ll always be safe with me. I promise.” he said softly. Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you clung to him, allowing yourself to sob into his shoulder. Years upon years of fear, knowing that you would be killed, that you would be rejected, yet he stood here, telling you that he still loved you. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you, soothing you. No matter what you looked like, who or what you were, he’d always love you. He’d love you because he knew you, knew the real you, what you were truly like. You were not someone or something to be feared. If anything, and he’d never admit this aloud, he loved you more for it.

#one piece #one piece law #op law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar one piece #one piece trafalgar law #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law

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badfrideas · 1 year

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you get to melt down dragons for their genes and breed changes but the probability is just as rare or perhaps even rarer to get the more expensive genes. its more common to get nothing than gems or treasure, and its like one in a million to get a crystal genechange as opposed to like, cherub. it also takes as long as the breed's breeding cooldown. wanna throw in a cry/fac/basic wildclaw? youre out of a cauldron for a month and you better pray to the eleven it gave you something.

also attempting to throw in an imp explodes your cauldron for 3 months because its funny you thought you could get an imp scroll without declaring bankruptcy

🐲

#flight rising #fr #bad fr ideas #submission

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apocalypticavolition · 18 days

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Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 8: Jarra

I ordinarily say "Here there be spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series" because it's a good catch-all, even if I don't regularly discuss stuff beyond the chapter we're in, but hoo boy do I go crazy this time folks so for real, don't keep reading if you don't wanna know.

This chapter begins with a wolf icon because Perrin is going to be meeting another Wolfbrother.

For an instant Perrin’s nose caught another odor, one he could not identify, a faint trail that raised the hair on the back of his neck with its vileness. Then it was gone. But he was sure something had passed that way, something—wrong. He scrubbed at his nose as if to rub away the memory of it.

Perrin is smelling a Grey Man. This shows that Rand's fleeing the camp was absolutely the right call; the boy was perhaps a week away from being found in the camp by a Gray Man if he'd stayed after the battle.

“I beg your pardon, good mistress. You have come far? Have you word of the Great Hunt? The Hunt for the Horn of Valere? Or the false Dragon? It’s said there’s a false Dragon in Tarabon. Or maybe Arad Doman.”

An unappreciated Aes Sedai oath loophole is found in how Lan answers for Moiraine, since he is able to lie freely and pretend that he doesn't know the Hunt is over and the Dragon is real.

Why, we’ve had a lifetime of weddings. A plague of them. All in the last two days. There isn’t a woman old enough to speak the betrothal remains unmarried, not in the whole village, not for a mile in any direction. Why, even Widow Jorath dragged old Banas through the arches, and they’d both sworn they’d never marry again.

I'm really curious as to what all the Wheel is weaving that needs this village's entire future genealogy (and legal inheritance, since Jorath and a few of the other ladies married probably aren't ever going to have kids but now set things up for heirlooms to pass down in certain ways) fixed by Rand. Will little old Jarra become a new Two Rivers, filled with channelers in just a few years with a lot of latent genes lining up properly? Will they produce a bunch of Wolfbrothers instead (they are in Ghaeldan, part of the Kingdom of the West Perrin never got)? Something new?

“That’s very interesting,” Perrin said when Simion paused to yawn again, “but have you seen a young—”

Perrin: I don't like to talk until I've had a second to think things over because I don't want people to think I'm stupid. I'm not stupid.

Also Perrin: Hello random stranger! Want to hear the exact reason I'm in town?

Loial had to duck low under the lintel, and the ceiling inside only cleared his head by a foot. He kept rumbling to himself about not understanding why so few humans remembered the Ogier.

It's because you all have a worse outreach program than the White Tower, which is saying a lot.

Master Harod got to his feet slowly, eyes fastened on Loial, smoothing his apron all the while.

It's not clear if Harod is fat, but given that he doesn't cause any real grief we should assume he's at least pleasantly plump like all the other good innkeepers except... whoever it was I pointed out that was something of an exception. I really need to be better at remembering stuff.

Master Harod began explaining about Ogier, making it sound as if he were quite familiar with them. Most of what Perrin heard before they left the voices behind was wrong. Loial’s ears twitched without stop.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm giving this place a five star review on Trip Advisor.

The man looked at her sharply before answering. Perrin did not think anyone else saw how sharply, in the dimness.

I bet Moiraine and Lan have a pretty good idea, Perrin, though it is odd to have such a strong reaction to such a simple question. Despite his later statement, this is the point where Simion's convinced than Moiraine's an Aes Sedai pursuing Rand (due to her intense interest in the Children), but he doesn't understand why.

Good master, you carry that axe like you know how to use it, but it isn’t so easy to face up to men with swords and armor and all, when all you know how to use is a broom or a hoe.

Perrin doesn't even reflect on this, unaware of how he's changed in this regard. He's way too focused on the supernatural parts of his journey to appreciate that he probably looks like a really scary dude at this point.

All these weddings and Whitecloaks are all very well, but I’d sooner know if Rand stopped here, and which way he went when he left. That smell couldn’t have been him.

I can't even blame Perrin for not understanding that all of this commotion is proof enough because Moiraine has never properly infodumped on ta'veren, Loial-- No, Loial would have told Perrin everything if he'd cared to listen so I can fully blame Perrin. But I'm still not going to, to be nice. He's being a bit of a jerk lately but it's hard to know what you need to take notes on and what you don't when you're running around with two different magical artifacts, the Messiah, and a bunch of characters who match the archetypes of all the fairy tales you've ever known.

“No reason, good master. He was an odd fellow, that’s all. He talked to himself, sometimes, and sometimes he laughed when nobody had said anything. Slept in this very room, last night, or part of it. Woke us all in the middle of the night, yelling. It was just a nightmare, but he wouldn’t stay any longer. Master Harod didn’t make much effort to talk him into it, after all that noise.”

Remember that Perrin and crew have been pursuing Rand for days at this point. Our boy's been in the woods, by himself, and dealing with Ishamael's latest campaign. All of this is clear sleep deprivation and the awkward position of knowing he's the chosen one and thus being able to find random asides much more meaningful than people think.

“I knew it,” Simion said, bouncing on his toes. “I knew she could help as soon as I saw you. Which way? East, good master. East, like the Dark One himself was on his heels. Do you think she’ll help me? Help my brother, that is? Noam’s bad sick, and Mother Roon says she can’t do anything.”

It's gotta be real awkward discussing taint madness with friends and relatives of the victim. Simion's quite relieved by his interpretation of what Perrin said, that they're pursuing Rand to gentle him.

Stupid question! The right question is, what does he mean to do about it?

There you go, Perrin.

“Of course,” the Ogier boomed. Simion gave a start when Loial’s hand swallowed his shoulder. “He will show me my room, and we will talk. Tell me, Simion, what do you know of trees?”

I'd say "Poor Simion, thinking that Loial is about to unleash Ogier violence on him in the most arboreal way possible", but anyone who could look at Loial for more than two seconds and see anything more than the world's most literate teddy bear deserves what they get.

Perrin squared his feet to face the Warder. That was easier than facing Moiraine’s glare. “How could we find out whether he had been here without asking questions? Tell me that. He left last night, if you are interested, heading east. And he was carrying on about somebody following him, trying to kill him.”

Perrin is zigzagging between somewhat wise (Lan is the lesser threat even though it's kinda like choosing between drinking cyanide or rubbing alcohol in practice), and then utterly stupid, not considering that an Aes Sedai would be perfectly skilled in getting the knowledge she wants without saying anything outright at all.

“Perhaps,” Moiraine said. “Perhaps not. No one knows anything about ta’veren as strong as Rand.” For just a moment she sounded vexed at not knowing.

Sorry Moiraine, but Perrin's right to be worried. Rand is going to be easily tracked, not just because of his ta'veren but through other means, and even Ishamael couldn't use the other means, he and the Forsaken are old hands at dealing with Dragon-tier ta'veren because they fought the first one.

Lan caught Moiraine’s eye, and for a moment they stared at one another. The Warder had the air about him of a wolf about to leap. Finally, Moiraine shook her head. “No,” she said.

Everyone needs a friend who is as willing to kill innocent bystanders for your convenience as Lan is for Moiraine. And also as willing to listen to vetoes. That part is crucial.

“He will not die by my actions,” Moiraine said. “But I cannot, and will not, promise that it will always be so. We must find Rand, and I will not fail in that. Is that spoken plainly enough for you?”

How many times in this series does an Aes Sedai offer to speak plainly and in fact plainer still if their words are not sufficient?

Lan nodded reluctantly, then gave Perrin a hard look. “See that you do, blacksmith. If any harm befalls her. . . .” His cold blue eyes finished the promise.

I really need to stop talking about how much I love Lan but I can't and you're all just going to have to live with that. Or stop reading, I guess that's an option too.

Behind those bars, a man lay sprawled on his stomach on the straw-covered floor. He was barefoot, his shirt and breeches ripped as if he had torn at them without knowing how to take them off. There was an odor of unwashed flesh that Perrin thought even Simion and Moiraine must smell.

Frankly Perrin your phrasing makes me think that his odor is "borderline but not actually overpowering", so that's pretty good for Noam's current conditions.

Perrin jerked back as he would have from a fire, sealed himself off. They were not thoughts at all, really, just a chaotic jumble of desires and images, part memory, part yearning. But there was more wolf there than anything else. He put a hand to the wall to steady himself; his knees felt weak.

Noam is... really not well. Even by Wolfbrother standards, I think. I wouldn't be surprised if in addition to his developing powers and the physical abuse we'll learn about in book 13 if he was also getting one of those late twenties mental health crises like schizophrenia. All of that mixed together plus the brief freedom and now imprisonment combines to make the dude we see here, who isn't coherent by either of the mental standards we could judge him by.

At her first step, Noam’s lips peeled back from his teeth, and he began to growl, a rumble that deepened till his whole body quivered. Moiraine ignored it. Still growling, Noam wriggled backwards in the straw as she came closer to him, until he had backed himself into a corner. Or she had backed him.

Moiraine is likely Compelling Noam a little bit as a part of whatever mental delving she's up to.

“Healing is not a simple matter, Simion, and it comes from within as much as from the Healer. There is nothing here that remembers being Noam, nothing that remembers being a man. There are no maps remaining to show him the path back, and nothing left to take that path. Noam is gone, Simion.”

With all the pressures Noam's under, it's no surprise at all that he happily jettisoned all the shitty memories. It is kind of impressive that they're entirely gone though, and again it makes me think that there's a lot more going on in Noam's head than we really get to see in this book or in the one ten books from now.

“He will die in here or out there, Simion. Out there, at least he’ll be free, and as happy as he can be. He is not your brother anymore, but you’re the one who has to decide. You can leave him in here for people to stare at, leave him to stare at the bars of his cage until he pines away. You cannot cage a wolf, Simion, not and expect it to be happy. Or live long.”

Perrin's one of those people who should heed his own advice, as so much of his misery will come from his desperation to cage himself.

“A Darkfriend wouldn’t care if my brother died in a cage. I suppose she found you soon after it happened. In time to help. I wish she’d come to Jarra a few months ago.”

I suppose this is as much as anything why the Wheel made everyone wait out the winter: it's not just making sure Rand only arrives at Tear at the same time as the Aiel do, but about making sure that Perrin frees Boundless so that he will someday pull his head out of his ass. Not that this was Jordan's intention, sadly, but it's nice that Sanderson was able to tie this together.

Next time: T'A'R!

#let's read #wheel of time #wot #robert jordan #wheel of time spoilers #wot spoilers #perrin aybara #simion #loial #lan mandragoran #moiraine damodred #boundless

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"You really think he'll let you ride him if you just assert yourself?"

She's watching Apex eye Lance like a piece of prey, and the only reason he's not attacking is because she's holding the metaphorical leash.

pov you get good rolls outside of dnd campaigns. ft. @monterraverde.

" Dragons are extremely prideful creatures, regardless if they're ancient or not; it's like this one stubborn gene has carried through centuries of generations and has no intention of stopping any time soon. "

he chuckles, but eyes the beast with a cautious gaze. cautious, yet confident. much like that prideful stubbornness, teachings on how to overcome that as a tamer came through too - in fact, it's one of the oldest teachings an elder can give to aspiring tamers, one of the first Lance had been given. of course that wasn't exactly fool proof, as nothing was, there were exceptions, such as Alexi, which come to mind, but with a beast like Apex?

yeah. it was these kind of beasts which created the need for these lessons in the first place.

" my connection towards dragons come as a gift from the very first, " he starts to explain, cape getting tugged off in the process as careful steps are taken towards the beast in question. lance is... calm. everything about him, even the stillness of the earth becomes like an aura around all three of them felt by all it encompassed. " and maybe after this we can talk about it. but for now- "

a shift in his footing - dirt collects as a small cloud when he pushes off towards the creature who does what it does best in return: gets riled up and attempts to meet lance half way with teeth bared. perhaps it didn't think the tamer would meet him head on, or perhaps hadn't thought the ways those from blackthorn were taught had been different to every other dragon user, but when lance continued forth before ducking there was a chance it had no idea just what was planned for it.

beast and conqueror return to rika's side with both parties looking a little worse for wear; apex, tired out and looking like he's been tousled through various hedgerows and deserts - and lance, who's body is now littered with deep cuts and bite marks. not that you could tell, mind you, giving the way he's grinning triumphantly upon the back of the beast and a calm hand stroking its head. this hadn't been the first time he's wrangled with a suedo-legendary and it certainly won't be the last.

" seems he's happy to after some convincing, wouldn't you say so? "

#monterraverde #tbt.

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Do you happen to have a Goodra Flygon cross? I need a friend to help me fly around and explore rainforests.

You're in luck, we do! She's the hardworking, serious type as well- highly loyal and listens to orders well. She takes primarily after her mother, a Goodra, with some traits from her Flygon father.

We believe she's a pure dragon type, but she also shows a proficiency in poison type moves. Its possible upon evolution she might gain the poison type, though she might gain the ground type of her father instead, or not gain a type at all. We believe her ability is Sap Sipper.

Now, she isn't full evolved yet, but she's very strong and larger than the average Vibrava or Sliggoo, so I believe she should be more than up for the task! A rainforest should be the perfect environment for evolution as well, and we've provided an illustration of what she will likely look like upon evolving based upon others of the same cross:

These crosses aren't as fast fliers as Flygon are, but they've got a lot more endurance and can handle carrying much more weight- good if you're bringing lots of items along with you. They have hard shells that their somewhat fragile wings can retract into when not in flight. The hard shell is perhaps the result of ancient Goodra genes that are re-awoken in this cross, but I'm not one to speculate much. The shell makes for a good place to sit while riding on them as it isn't as slippery as the rest of their body.

Let us know if you decide you'd like to adopt her! We'll be waiting!

#(starting off with two designs in one lol. i wont make a habit out of designing multiple stages though just a lil extra for the first one.)#flygon #vibrava #goodra #sliggoo #dragon type #crossbreed #claimed #(mons will be tagged as unclaimed until the asker confirms they would like to keep them.#the tag will then be changed to claimed.#this is so in the future any unclaimed designs can be compiled and given away in a first-come-first-serve manor.#basically the asker gets priority on a design but if they decide they dont want it then other people can ask for it.#that way no design goes to waste #<- this mon has been claimed! ill keep the explanation here though

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kiasnocturnality · 1 year

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How do you come up with names for your ocs? They're so cool!

hehehe I'll never get tired of answering this question, I love talking ab naming them <3

ALOIS LEBLANC came from a list of 15th century French boys names and I liked how it means famous warrior bc it suits him. The Leblanc house is a huge name in the night court and he might have suffered great loss but he came back with vengeance and reclaimed the estate and status that his family has lost as its last remaining member - this was a all the talk of the night court for decades when they found that the Leblanc house had not, in fact, been entirely wiped out. Leblanc simply means 'the white' as it relates to the albinism gene in his family - you can read all about the significance of albinism in house Leblanc here.

NASANA is just based on the phonetic sound! It's an entirely made-up name and I liked how the consonant-vowel-consonant-vowel pattern with the s in there gives his name a slithery sound - very fitting for a naga!

TAKESHI was actually chosen by @edenspetals from a list of names that I had (I'd already looked into the meanings though and liked the warrior theme to the name as it suits Takeshi's bloody past). She's got the biggest sway over my creation of his character hehe

DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA was very nearly called Adrienne because it means 'dark lady from the sea' which suits a dark-haired siren very well! (As I write this I'm considering making it her middle name hehe). However I left the choice between Desdemona and Adrienne down to @itseivwhore who chose Desdemona! I really enjoyed studying Othello and Desdemona was one of my favourite characters. My Des and Shakespeare's are two very different women but I quite like the contrast. Desdemona means 'ill-fated' which I think it fitting for a siren who was born from a human woman's violent death. Nausikáa means 'burner of ships' - perhaps a link to how she died? She cannot remember ;)

APHAELEON definitely has the most metaphoric name. It's a different spelling of the astronomical term 'aphelion' which is simply something's furthest point of orbit from the sun. In this metaphor, the sun represents holiness and Aphae's name therefore puts him at the furthest point from holiness but he has convinced himself that his way, his aphelion actually makes him more holy than anything that's ever been seen before. Aphae has a lot of solar imagery to him, right down to his name!

VA'ARINIEL is another entirely name up name that took me around an hours to come up with I think lol. I knew that I wanted her to have a sharp and uncommon letter at the start of the name like a V or Z and the apostrophe was to name her name seem unusual/uncommon to emphasise the distance between our world and the fae court. The -iniel' ending was to make her name seem more feminine and is inspired by fem Tolkien elves!

TARUQU'INEL is another name up name. I really loved the name Tarhuinn from a Wattpad book (Children of the Water) that I read years ago and so his name is based off that one. I've always adored the name! I wanted Taruqu'inel's name to be able to be shortened to something a little more playful too in order to convey his stolen youth and how he's much softer than his advisors make him out to be so Taru was perfect! The '-inel' ending was to match Va'ari's but for different reasons. @itseivwhore suggested I do so to emphasise their familial relation and I thought it was right to do so and wouldn't name his name seem feminine unlike Va'ari's as it had the stronger, sharper R and Q sounds. (I'm sorry but so much of this is just based on my own phonetic perceptions lol).

KHIONE was actually decided in a poll!! The most popular results were Winter, Delwyn or Khione and Khione won! Khione means 'snow' (fitting for an ice dragon) and is based on a nymph of Greek mythology who was turned into a snow cloud by Hermes!

#✧･ﾟBY THE STREAM

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tryingtimi · 5 months

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HAPPY STS TIMIIIIII MY LOVEEEEE

Can you tell me about one of your magical creatures? Perhaps how they're seen in world? Rumours about then? Hidden facts only experts know? Lies people tell about them? Anything you can think of, I love me some FANTASY CREATURES (also inspo pics. v important)

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 😎❤️

Another ancient ask, which I know for certain was for Bra'aka's pet because we wanted to have that Antor vs Bra'aka crossover fight with the animals. (still among my write it in 2024 prompt list so don't lose hope lmao)

Since then, I kinda developed the animal. It's a wolf-dragon, because it bears the resemblance of both. It is a bit furry, but stil has scales. In size, it's a dragon's size, tho at starts as an ugly wolf cub almost. It is a spieces that literally lives in the legends, because it has a trait that with every knew area the animal discovers, it lays eggs there. With that, it alters its genes basically, because depending on the environment, the egg will develop a baby that is perfectly suited for that. Basically it leaves its seeds everywhere, having a lot of versions of itself, because it searches for the perfectly balanced environment. Kinda.

I hope I wrote it down understandable, if not, I'm sorry.

#answering asks #Project Metalsea #Metalsea worldbuilding #where did my mind gone for i cant articulate my thoughts as i want lmao #anyway #i cant wait to get to that Antor vs Bra'aka scene tbh

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cast-in-copper · 10 months

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Thoughts, guesses and Ideas on the ancient breeds yet to come:

Nature Ancient: on the world map, it mentions that Nature clans are shamanic and weve the nature around them. Wildclaws are very much not that, but perhaps the ancient breed was. The Gladekeeper created one breed to care for the forest, and another to defend it/be wild creatures hunting around in it. As for appearance, I’m guessing either a bulky dinosaur-like dragon with plants on its back instead of wings similar to the gladekeeper herself, or a small Dino-bird like creature with feathered wing arms and a beak for weaving plants. (Or both it’s arms and legs could be wings like an archaeopteryx!) Another route they could go with is crazy wild primate or leopard like creature hidden in the shrieking wilds, or something like a bird of paradise with heavy sexual dimorphism and bright garish colors. This last idea could also be combined with the Dino-Bird one.

Light Ancient: it’s stated in the encyclopedia that the Imperials were the Lightweaver’s first children. This seems unlikely to be retconned, so I’ll try to work with it. I could see a species like the knowledge seekers from Avatar, one that exists to gather information and bring it back to the Lightweaver. I could also see a breed that was created at the same time as, or shortly after the imperials, they might be a healer class, to help deal with dead imperials, perhaps a breed who became jealous/afraid of the imperials and hid underground, a breed that has been asleep for a long time that the emperor trampling around inadvertently digs up, ex. As for appearance, it’s gotta be either very beautiful and elegant or small and kinda weak, with big’ol’ eyes. It also definitely has the brightshine gene.

Wind Ancient: perhaps a breed that never stops flying, and has been up in the clouds for forever, or going on a long journey to circumvent the globe. it’s ether got disproportionately large wings, numerous wings, or no real wings, instead having a mane and/or wings made of vapors like the windsinger does.

Earth Ancient: This is the breed I think is most likely to not have wings at all, instead having some other structure to serve as the main expression of the secondary gene. A heavy beard or mane, a large dorsal fin, piles of colorful stones on their backs, ex. Although it’s pretty likely they will still get wings anyway. I can see this breed being something that was buried long ago, perhaps in the Carinstone Rest to care for the dead. Or their breed was all dead but they are revived through some magic and when they rise they have bones heavily incorporated into the design, and they are where the secondary genes are expressed. Or perhaps they all live on that weird island between earth and nature.

Unaligned Ancient: I’d like to see another unaligned breed, but i have very few ideas for it as there’s basically nothing to go off. Something aligned with the beast clans is a possibility, as is something that came from the surrounding ocean, or a tiny spec of unclaimed land. For appearance, I’m imagining something gator-like, or even cooler would be something horse like, a Kirin with wings. I guarantee all the horse girls will love it.

#flight rising #mine #my #flight rising ancient #flight rising nature ancient #flight rising light ancient #flight rising Wind ancient #flight rising earth ancient #flight rising unaligned #flight rising breeds

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craigthecrocodile · 1 year

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Had this idea for a long time now, ever since the Pokemon Presents presentation. Wanted to draw Walking Wake, but also wanted to make a story for my trainer-sona encountering it.

It was all over the news in Paldea: a mysterious Pokemon had escaped from Area Zero and was roaming free throughout the region. Everyone was advised to stay away from it until it was contained.

I, however, wanted to see this mysterious beast for myself. An undiscovered Pokemon that may have been from the ancient past? There was no way I could pass up on an opportunity like this.

I was near the swamps of South Province when I found it. At first glance, the beast looked very much like a Suicune, except it was standing on its hind legs with short arms much like a raptor. Its giant purple mane covered most of its body. It looks so majestic.

I slowly approached the beast with caution. Then it turned its head and saw me. With a loud roar the sun shone brighter in the sky. I fell onto my back in surprise. I backed away as the beast came closer and closer, opening its jaws and preparing to unleash an attack.

Suddenly, unprompted, my Haxorus came out of its Pokeball and shielded me from the blast of steaming water. Haxorus snarled at the beast; clearly a sign of protection, warning it to stay away from me. Haxorus's claws ignited in draconic rage and then slashed at the beast, causing it to stumble.

The beast roared again, but Haxorus refused to stand down. I felt as if I was witnessing a battle between two prehistoric monsters. Perhaps the beast was also part dragon, or perhaps my Haxorus had some prehistoric genes flowing through him that were showing through in this moment.

Whatever it was, I knew I had to take advantage of the situation. I got back up on my feet. The beast was preparing another water blast.

"Haxorus, watch out!" I called. Haxorus avoided the blast right on my command. "Use another Dragon Claw!"

Haxorus slashed at the beast again. It stumbled and fell to the ground. Without a moment of hesitation I threw a Dive Ball at it. The beast was sucked into the ball. The ball fell to the ground. One shake... two shakes... three shakes... *click*. I caught it. The mysterious beast was mine.

The beast had become easier to tame after I caught it. Everyone in Paldea gawks when they see me walking with it, with its mane and twin-tails flowing majestically in the wind, like the wake of a wave. Because of this, it has been dubbed "Walking Wake".

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #walking wake #Pokemon Trainer #trainersona #my art

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eclipsecrowned · 10 months

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OC INFO PACKET: LAERION VELARY*N (AS*IAF OC)

NAME: Laerion Velary*n AGE: 23-25 during the Dance HAIR: Black EYES: Lilac HEIGHT: 6′2″ OCCUPATION: Nobleman ; Captain FAMILY: Rhaen*s T*rgaryen (mother) ; Corl*s Velary*n (father) ; La*na Velary*n (elder sister) ; Laen*r Velary*n (elder brother) ; Laerissa Velary*n (twin sister)

OVERVIEW:

Every noble house has its jester. Despite appearances to the contrary, Laerion is delighted to hold this position for his own ancient House. A youngest child and second son, he reckons he was simply a tagalong riding on the heels of his sister's beauty and brilliance. Of course, this matters little to Laerion. Ill-suited to politicking, faith, or leadership, he refocuses his efforts into the contrary roles of a port in the storm to his loved ones, and an adventurer born who always seeks the furthest horizon.

Laerion is a merry, adventurous young man. He is unconcerned with matters of court or politicking, focused instead on his sailing and taking care of those around him. It is his goal to one day travel to all the lands his father has not yet seen, such as Stygai, and to circumnavigate the North.

He is friendly to all, whether commoner or noble. Such unassuming affability has led to the perception he is somewhat naive and poorly suited to his noble station by his peers and superiors, while smallfolk and outcasts consider him a compassionate and educated man. He may talk a lot, but he's capable of being profound if he puts in the effort. He's also a bit of a charmer.

He prefers to spend most of his time in Essos or at sea, but still returns occasionally to either Houe Velary*n's seat at Driftm*rk or to the T*rgaryen court in K*ng's Landing. Unlike his siblings, he is without a dragon, and doesn't much care that he was somehow 'lacking.' He gets the same thrill out of the endless sea that his siblings do in the open air.

The war takes a lot out of him. He finds the whole thing pointless, just people doing terrible things to their own blood in pursuit of who can spit down at the smallfolk. There's no honor in it. There's no point. Yet he serves the Black cause loyally, because it is the side his parents chose for their House. After losing his mother, his nephews, and whatever innocence he had left so early in adulthood, he comes out something of an absurdist. This life is a farce. It doesn't mean anything. So you ought to do something with that freedom. Get weird with it. If you go through life without having something to confess at the sept, then the gods died for nothing!

His post-war life is dedicated to his family more than ever. His now orphaned nieces, his aged and lonely father, these new 'nephews' that have rode in on the tide -- and especially his own twin. They are the future of this House, at least for now. It behooves them to be a united front, Laerissa the mind while Laerion is the heart. Is known to sometimes still undertake work for the boy-king, who his heart breaks for at every meeting.

He's Rhaen*s' son. He knows how the throne was stolen from his mother for nothing more than the fact she was born a woman. There is no love in him for conventional W*sterosi society. He backs a queen's claim, he steps aside so that his nieces (as the daughter of his eldest sister) might claim the Dr*ftwood Throne, he names his ship the 'Queen Rhaen*s' to remind others what he makes of that stupid old Council. He also doesn't want power in general, nothing grander than being a Captain and perhaps one day a Master of Ships. He is owed nothing just because he was born in a body deemed 'more proper' for rule.

Gives off the energy of genuinely not realizing he's hot. But between his FC, being 6'2", being a direct descendant of the royal house that is allegedly so hot despite the fact they're the fantasy Habsburgs, having BARAth*on genes and build from his mom, wearing eyeliner, and having one of the more approachable and down to earth personalities of the era to modern audiences, he's definitely a dish. He just thinks he has charm and uncanny good luck on his side at best, and wealth and royal blood at most pragmatic.

I like to imagine he and Mushroom are buddies. It fits with his more progressive/be kind to all until they give you a reason to revoke that good faith characterization. They are both scheming AND irritating together. I think they're an odd friendship and if Laerion was canon there'd be entire chapters about what an alleged Chad he is in the Testament. I want plays in the 'modern' era of Tame of Gnomes about how sexy and cool and brave and not at all feminist Laerion was, so he and Mushroom can laugh themselves sick in the afterlife.

Despite being neither ambitious nor political, post-Dance he has a particular affinity for showing up at just the right time to start (or at leas make an attempt at) fucking shit up. Put his nieces on the god damn throne. Get that literal infant out of this bride parade. Hello 'nephew' so funny to find you here in Dorne : ) alone : ) with a lady who is not your lady wife : ) make room for Uncle L kids <3.

#laeriontbt

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