Now I don’t mind this established trope at all where people are basically ants in the minds of dragons, but then, just once in any fantasy media or campaign I want a dragon or other massive higher creature that responds to the existence to humans in the exact way that I do to bugs.
Dragon that stops flying because it saw someone sleeping in a field and pokes them with a branch out of sheer curiosity to check if they’re dead or not.
Dragon that watches goblins scurry into one of their little huts and just pries the roof off to stare at them and look at the inside of their little shelter before putting it back down with a satisfied grin and leaving.
Dragon that sees a person treading water in the middle of a lake or the ocean, carefully plucks them out, and sets them down on dry land. Maybe puts a goat’s leg in their lap in case they need a snack. Also calls them “Harold” for no apparent reason.
Very young dragon that screams and freaks out upon seeing a bearded man with brightly colored robes and a pointed hat until it realizes the guy isn’t casting any spells. “Ohhhh you’re a wizard mimic” and then proceeds to handle the guy for a few minutes, fascinated. It also addresses the dude as “Craig” the entire time.
Dragon grabs a wild boar and repeatedly starts placing it in front of a town because it wants to see some hunting behavior in action.
Thief gets caught sneaking into a dragon’s lair. Resident reptile roars and is seemingly about to obliterate them when its mate suddenly comes rushing in with a giant cup. They have a grumbly back and forth before the thief is scooped up and promptly brought to be dropped off at the nearest random village. Dragon’s mate refers to the thief as “Sullivan SillyMan” the whole way.
Dragon that encounters a member of a humanoid race it has never heard of or seen before, at least in this region. Stops everything it’s doing and immediately kidnaps the individual. Speeds back to its lair and keeps them imprisoned while trying to flip through some tomes. Eventually drags out a magical item that they use to open a communication with another dragon, describing the prisoner, showing them the prisoner, exchanging friendly banter. There’s a whole 30 minute to and hour convo and everything. Dragon refers to the captive as “Thaddeus” the whole time. Last thing it does is sketch out a drawing of the person before taking them back to where they found them and turning them loose again.
Villain was invited to a Christmas party hosted by Supervillain, full of known criminals in the city and their henchmen.
they hadn't expected the invitation from the master criminal, obviously. especially because Supervillain certainly does not look like the type of person to host parties.
while they don't intent on showing up because they'd rather spend it alone, something had caught their attention in the invitation. It had mentioned that Hero would be there.
now here Villain was, in the party, expecting some sort of announcement and humiliating Hero in front of everyone and it strangely worried the criminal.
sure, they hated each other but they hadn't want this. if anyone has to deal with Hero, it would be them. not supervillain.
they leaned against the wall, holding their wine glass. they're worried and overthinking for their nemesis and it's ridiculous.
they glanced around the room to spot..Hero. Unrestrained, Not humiliated, Nor bruised. But they're there, talking to who it seemed like one of Other Villain's henchman.
they would know, the said henchman was their old best friend from highschool who they still kept in touch with.
the villain watched as the henchman leave, waving bye to the hero..what the fuck.
they put their wine glass down to one of the tables and approached Hero, tapping their shoulder from behind to get their attention and put on their "iconic" smile.
"my, my..what is a hero doing in a party full of criminals?"
the hero turned back and smiled sheepishly.
"hey. did..Parent not tell you i was gonna here in your letter? ah, I knew I should've insist them that i should be the one who's writing your letter."
Just imagining a whumper with an (in)human weapon whumpee. Maybe the Whumpee was born in a time of war, and the whumper was tasked with helping Whumpee harness their powers for ‘good’.
The Whumpee is maladjusted and uneducated (unless you count military propaganda as ‘education’). The Whumpee is provided for… but is deeply unhappy. They need somebody to ‘understand’ and help them learn who they are. To be taught their purpose in this time of need. A vulnerable, fragile individual.
Maybe the Whumper has lost a lot in this war. Maybe they’ve retired from active duty, and brought into this experiment because of their expertise and hands-on experience with the enemy. Maybe they’re kinder to Whumpee as a result. Just a lost little creature, in a world of much bigger fish. Who can’t relate to that? (carewhumper vibes?)
Or maybe the Whumper is a higher up, with a much bigger vision than the Whumpee could ever imagine. Somebody with uncompromising expectations. Who will see what makes this weapon tick, and how to crush the enemy with them. This ball of nerves and untapped potential brought before them, like a lamb to the slaughter, and what an important slaughter it will be.
Whumpee let out a sob as they flopped on their matress. They wanted to get out. They needed to get out. Whumper's heavy fist banged on the door, "Open up, none of these childish games!!"
Whumpee sobbed harder, "No!" They sobbed. "Whumpee, I swear-" They took a deep breath, "Open the door now and I won't hurt you."
Whumpee's head slowly perked up, “Pr-promise?” Their shaking hand hovered over the lock.
"Promise," Came a gentle voice, instantly calming Whumpee as they turned the lock. The second the door opened, Whumpee was slammed against the mirror by their throat, the back of their head erupted in pain, feeling the glass behind them shatter.
Whumpee gasped, "I-I'm sorry! Ple-please-"
"Quiet," Whumper growled, their hand tightening against the other's throat, "You know how much I hate repeating myself. Now, state rule twenty seven."
Whumpee flinched as they wheezed out, "N-no locked d-d'rs..."
"No locked doors," Whumper hummed, and what did you do?"
Whumpee sobbed out, "ple-plea-"
"Not the answer I was looking for."
"I lo-locked the door, 'm sorry!!!"
Whumper nodded before speaking after a moment, "Oho, you will be."
“No.” Lee takes a long, slow sip of his bourbon. “Well,” he grins as he draws the back of his hand across his full lips, catching the stray drops of liquor at the corners of his mouth. “Not like I fuck you, Honey.”
Hero capturing villain, handing them off to superhero to be brought to jail.
Cue insane amounts of guilt and regret when hero finds out that instead of bringing Villain to a villain containment center, superhero had kept villain as a personal punching bag/pet/whatever.
FFXIVWrite is an amazing event but it's also the month I am a sad cat staring out the window at all the kids having a great time at recess because i'm still being held hostage by incurable writer's block.
Can I try something a little different for kinktober day 10? since it’s exhibition, I would love to compile a post of submissions of people’s Hottest Looks to show off.
So, if you want to - send me your hottest photos of you showing off, your bedroom looks, your favorite pose, your sexiest outfit.
this may tank idk but U MISS 100% OF THE IDEAS U DONT TRY
If this doesn’t work or if people aren’t interested, I will likely try to write something later today after work.
Superheroes seem to always have a day job because saving the world doesn’t really pay the bills, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Supervillain with a day job.
Like, sure, some villains have jobs, but it’s never normal-ass shit. Usually if they do have a job, it’s related to how they’re a villain and stuff. What about the 27-year-old villain who also works in customer service. What about them.