#so now he travels and protects villages from monsters and he gets gold and hospitality from them to get by

[vitaphobic]

☽–;; i’m stupidly tempted to add my main dnd character as a muse on this blog (with multiple different verses including a modern one ofc)

#he's a lizardfolk but our dm (my fiancee) let me interpret that how i wanted #so he's a big buff alligator man #and he's like. he's basically an orphan? he was originally the runt of his clutch but then his clutchmates died #his parents saw him as basically cursed because they believe he sucked the life out of his siblings #because lizardfolk are superstitious #so when he was an adult and they had another clutch he left his family #he was a soldier for hire for a while but working for lords didn't sit right with him #so now he travels and protects villages from monsters and he gets gold and hospitality from them to get by #also he has this thick-ass southern accent because he's basically from Medieval Fantasy Florida #and i fuckin. love him. #and i'm really tempted to add him because there's been a lul in the campaign because of outside circu #mstances #and i wanna flesh out his character more #his name is leatherheart #it was a joke because he's ''reinhardt mixed with leatherhead'' but it stuck #« it's okay to cry in a job interview if you're an actor || out of character »

[swanqueeneverafter]

What Dreams May Come, Pt.21

The Land Without Magic. Group Home For Children. Minnesota 1991. (A young Emma is sitting on her bed staring at a flyer for a talent show. Grabbing a tape recorder and microphone, Emma begins to hum a tune when an older girl enters her room.) Older Girl: (Picking up the flyer:) "What's this?" Emma: "It's none of your business." Older Girl: "What, think you're gonna be the next Madonna?" Emma: "What do you know? Maybe people actually want to hear me sing." Older Girl: "Who? As soon as you get up on that stage and look out at the audience, you'll realize the truth, Emma. You're just like the rest of us. All alone." (The Older Girl leaves the room, slamming the door behind her. Staring down at the flyer once more, Emma screws it up and throws it in the trash.) Henry's Dreamscape. (Having departed the pirate ship, Henry is already on the path to a new adventure.) Richard: "Oh, I do not feel good about this." Henry: "Please try and keep it together. We're almost there." Richard: "Almost there? You've been saying that for days. Listen, I'm tired. I miss Gareth. Those pirates smelled horrible." Hook: "Hey." Richard: "Present company accepted." (Together they enter a cave.) Henry: “This is it. Just ahead. The cave of the Golden Dragon.” Hook: “By the size of those claw marks, I'd say it's well-fed on heroes. You sure you want to do this?” Henry: “Are you kidding? I've wanted to do this since I was ten years old. You ready?” Richard: “Actually, Henry, I think I’m going to stay out here, look after our bags.” Hook: “After all the fuss you made about being left behind?” Richard: “That’s because I thought you’d abandon me and never come back. If I’d known you were really serious about taking on a dragon then-” Henry: “All right, stay here. Just be quiet.” Richard: (Relieved:) “Good luck.”

Henry: “I don't need luck. Slaying dragons is what my family does best. Now come on. We're so close, I can hear it breathing. (Henry draws his sword and Hook follows him. Deeper inside the cave, Henry manages to find the source of the breathing, or snoring as it turns out. A man, surrounded by gold and other riches, sleeps soundly against a wooden chest. Nudging the sleeping man awake:) Hey. Hey. Who are you?” Drunken Man: “Whoa. Watch where you poke that. I'm trying to take a bit of a nap.” Hook: “Here? You mad? Where's the bloody dragon?” Drunken Man: (Laughs:) “Are you serious? You think I'd be here if there was a dragon? The dragon migrated weeks ago. Left his treasures behind - gold, silver, wine. I didn't even know dragons like wine. Want some?” Henry: “That's not yours. It belongs to the villages that dragon plundered, so you are leaving, right now.” Drunken Man: (To Hook:) “Bossy one, ain’t he? All right.” (The man leaves.) Hook: “Why the glum face, lad? Dragon's gone. It is a good thing.” Henry: (Sheathing his sword:) “Not for me. My mom and grandpa both slayed a dragon with this sword.” Hook: “Aye, one of those dragons was the mother of my child. Something you might like to consider next time you get a thirst for adventure.” Henry: (His face falls:) “I’m sorry, Hook. I wasn’t thinking.” Hook: “No, I know. You saw a chance to be the hero and you took it. It’s all right. There will be other days, other ways.” Henry: “No, you’re right. It's not just about a dragon, I'm in love with Ella. What do I have to offer her? My grandparents are Snow White and Prince Charming. My parents are the Savior and the Queen and I'm still just... I'm just Henry. I came here to find my story, and I refuse to believe that I'm just a character in someone else's. (Picks up a ring from a pile of jewels:) You know, my grandparents had a magic ring that helped them find each other, and I don't need that. But if I'm going to propose to Ella, I need to have a ring with a great story behind it, my story.” (He throws the ring down.) Hook: “Is that really what you came here for? A ring to put on Ella's hand? Henry, you know that none of this is really-” Henry: “I know. Believe me I know. But why let that stop me from having it all, right?” (Hook and Henry share a knowing smile.) Hook: “Fair enough. If you want to quest after a ring, talk to the expert. (Holding up his hand:) On each of these rings hangs a fantastic tale, and it just so happens, I know where you can find one of your own.” The Charmings' Dreamscape. Enchanted Forest. Past. (Snow White comes bursting through the bed chamber door, Prince Charming following behind her.) Prince Charming: "Snow! Snow, it's going to be okay.” Snow White: “No, Charming, it's not! You heard Rumple. (Taking off her cloak:) There is nothing we can do to stop the Evil Queen.” Prince Charming: “I promise you, we will find a way to protect our daughter. But right now, she needs something more important. She needs her mother to rest.” Snow White: “All right. I just need some air.”

Balcony. (Snow White, coming back to herself, looks up at the skies.) Snow White: “Sometimes I wish things had gone differently back then. I wish we had what we needed to help keep Emma with us. That we had found another way to stop the Dark Curse.” Storybrooke. Storybrooke General Hospital. Present. (Regina and Emma enter the maternity ward to find no one at the reception desk. Walking down the hallway, they see no sign of anybody.) Regina: (Pushing open a door that's been left ajar:) "Dr. Whale? Where are you?" (Further down the hall, Emma enters another room where the lights are flickering.) Emma: “Dr. Whale? (She walks around the room, then sees Whale's severed arm laying on the operating table. She gasps, steps back and bumps into a hanging light behind her:) Oh. (She moves the operating table and sees Dr. Whale injured on the ground:) Whale. Whale. What happened? Who did this?” Dr. Whale: (Groaning as Regina joins them:) “It was him.” Emma: “Who?” Dr. Whale: (To Regina:) “Daniel.” Regina: (Shocked:) “He's here?” Dr. Whale: “Yes. I- I went to see Xanax. I brought him back in my dream, and now he’s here. But... he's not Daniel.” Regina: “What?” Dr. Whale: “He's... he's a monster.”

Henry's Dreamscape. Kingdom of Valencia. (Peasants and courtiers are gathered as Queen Madelena and Gareth enter the throne room.) Herald: “Hear ye! Hear ye! Presenting the queen and the guy that was with the queen when she killed the other guy who was kind of the king!” Gareth: (To Madelena:) “Maybe later we can discuss my title.” Queen Madelena: (To the room at large:) “And what trifling business is before the court today?” Peasant 1: (Walking forward, bows:) “My queen, my guy who was with the queen when she...” Queen Madelena: (Taking her seat:) “Get on with it.” Peasant 1: “A chicken laid an egg on the border between our two properties. We didn't know what to do, so we just let it sit there.” Peasant 2: “But then this chicken hatched from that egg, and... and now we don't know who the new chicken, um, belongs to.” Queen Madelena: “Is this for real? Is this really happening?” Gareth: “I got this. I think what we need to consider here is what came first. We have a chicken, and there was an egg. But then before that, there was another chicken.” Queen Madelena: “Kill the chicken. I'll eat it for dinner. Next!” Gareth: “Look, I don't mean to complain. I just... don't know what my role is, and that's weird. It's a bit rough not having a role.” Queen Madelena: “You have a role, Gareth.” Gareth: “I do?” Queen Madelena: “Go kill the chicken.”

Meanwhile, Elsewhere In Henry's Dreamscape... (With Hook leading them, Henry and Richard travel many miles on foot.) Richard: "I am so sick of traveling.” Crossing A River. Richard: “Hey, can you get cancer from walking? Because I really feel like my feet are getting cancer.” Crossing A Field. Richard: (Echoing:) “So bored!” Through The Woods. Richard: (Groans:) “Oh, perfect. (Sticking his foot out:) My boot broke.” Henry: “Ugh. Fine. Fine. (Throws his bags down:) You win. We'll camp here tonight. You happy? But tomorrow, we're gonna fix your boot, I'm gonna get you to your kingdom, drop you off, go have a real adventure with Hook, and then I can go and rescue Ella.” Richard: “All you care about is saving your precious Ella. You don't care about me. Nobody does. (Pointing:) Except for Gareth. Gareth cared. (Sitting on a rock:) I miss Gareth.” (Hook and Henry share exasperated looks.) Hook: “I’ll, er... go fetch the firewood.” (He leaves.) Henry: (To the heavens:) “I'm trying, Ella. I'll get to you, my love. I promise.” Storybrooke. Storybrooke General Hospital. (Dr. Whale is lying in a bed, sleeping. Regina and Emma are watching him when Lily enters.) Lily: “What's going on? I just got a call that Dr. Whale was attacked.” Regina: “You'll have to ask his doctors.” Lily: “No. I am asking you.” Regina: “We came here for our check up with him and discovered he was hurt. (Lily gives her a look of disbelief:) It's the truth.” Lily: “What else? What happened, who attacked him?” Regina: “Someone from my past. I believe he's come back. Daniel. His name is Daniel.” Emma: (At Lily’s look:) “The man Regina was supposed to marry. Back in the Enchanted Forest.” Lily: “Wait, the guy Snow told the secret about? And because she did... (To Regina:) Your fiancé died?” Regina: “Yes. He did.” Lily: “Well, then how could he be back?” Regina: “Whale. He entered his own dreamscape. He believed he could bring Daniel back from the grave, and... I don't know how... but he has.” Lily: “Dreamscapes. Again? Is this really a thing now?” Emma: “He’s an echo. He’s not real.” Lily: “The damage he did looks pretty damn real to me.” Regina: "We need to go. I have to help Daniel.” Lily: “No. Where is he? Look what he did. He's dangerous.” Regina: “Not to me. He won't hurt anyone else, Lily, I promise.” Lily: “You know I can't take that chance. You have two choices, Regina... tell me where he is, or jail.” Emma: “Hey, back off! We don’t know where he is all right? Now go do your job and ask around. Someone must’ve seen something.” (Giving them both a dirty look, Lily heads into Whale’s room and starts to ask his nurse for details.) Emma: “All right, that won’t buy us long. If you know where he is, we have to go now.” Regina: “I think it... it could be like when David awoke from his coma. Daniel might be following his final thoughts to where he last met me... the stables.” Emma: (Nods:) “Let’s go.”

#sq #swanqueen #swan queen

[nakedfullmonty-fr]

i want to draw but my eyes feel like someone put acid in them so!! heres a post about personal fashion styles instead!!

Niet - Usually she wears things that give good leg freedom so she can be ready to throw down for her Clan at all times. Personally though, she loves dresses, but even after she becomes Queen and can afford whatever she likes, she usually keeps them simple.

Yastrebok - Has to accommodate for his injuries and the fact that his arm is deformed and can’t move, so can’t wear things with sleeves or the like. Usually wears something akin to a Samoan lavalava (commmon in Water), or a lot of long draped fabrics, kinda like how ancient Romans look like they rolled through a bunch of blankets (common in Light).

Temahae - As a child, she often wears the sort of silly clothing that only children can really get away with (see her goofy jester type hat). Likes star patterns. She dresses like a child would, which doesn’t fit her monotone personality. As an adult, she dresses a little more standardly but seems to flit around different fashion styles. Usually favours black and green.

Magpie - Since she spends a lot of time underground, she wears clothing suitable for someone who spends a lot of time mining. Having been rejected from Wind culture, she doesn’t favour its fashion styles. Unlike most dragons, her thin, bug-like wings remain in her gijinka form, so she can only wear backless shirts. Often wears a Pareu type garment, which is common in Water. She wears orange a lot, probably because Lockheed probably said it looked nice on her.

Lockheed - Grew up in a temple and probably wore plain white robes her whole childhood, so her fashion sense is as terrible as her social skills. She used to wear black often, but since coming to Ogygia she now wears a lot of bright colours and busy patterns - It looks ugly, but she likes it, and reasons that as a Hero, she should be easily identifiable to those in need.

Bermuda - Ran away from home to join a pirate ship at the age of like 12 and probably hasn’t worn a shirt since. He changed his traditional eyepatch for a simple cloth bandana because he was worried he might intimidate children.

Euros - As the Queen’s assistant, escort and translator, he usually dresses in clothing befitting a member of a royal court. Niet keeps trying to get him to branch out and have at least one casual outfit, but even Niet has a hard time getting him to do things he doesn’t want to do.

Ricin - Wears plain and simple clothing, often unbefitting of a Princess. She has an attractive body type, but prefers to keep herself covered and does as much as she can to not draw attention to herself. Pinks and purples and peaches are common colours for her. She has nicer clothing and ballgowns for when her status calls for it, but it’s obvious she’s uncomfortable wearing most of them.

Ahkoolah - A Jock/Goth mix. Usually wears black, combat appropriate clothes. Also wears a lot of long flowing coats and things with hoods. Mostly, she just looks like an emo Assassins Creed character.

Europa - As a dancer, she tries to take pride in her appearance. Since her troupe has some high-class contacts, it’s expected of her to look good, so she probably follows fashion trends even though she doesn’t really care for them. That said, on her own time she probably likes to just wear a big jacket and her boyfriends pants.

Io - Most commonly she wears her armour as much as possible, because she’s convinced that the extra weight trains her frail body even when she’s not actively training. On the rare occassion she’s out of armour, she’s very goth. All black, big boots, skulls, chains, the whole thing.

Ganymede - His social isolation and agoraphobia mean that he doesn’t get out often enough to go shopping for himself, and he doesn’t have the self esteem to even attempt to dress any particular way. Usually, he wears plain Tiu (traditional Water garment).

Saburou - As a Maren, he dislikes clothes, but he wears them to fit in with dragon culture. Doesn’t clothe his top half, and for the bottom half it’s usually something like skintight shorts with a long fabric tied on his waist (seen here). Wears jewellery sometimes. He was often oogled and fetishised in his past, so he knows his appearance has appeal to others, and chooses to try and flaunt this to hide his terrible low self-esteem.

Vrinde - ??????????????? Honestly I have no fucking idea I dont think he really gives a shit he’s covered in gunpowder 24/7 anyways

Iru - Bright colours, big pants. However, when acting as “Iruka” or up in Ogygia on the surface, as a Deep-Sea Water dragon their skin and body are very sensitive to sunlight, so they wear all-black coverings. Their coverings are pretty mis-matched though.

Othira - Like Iru, she has to cover her face and skin to protect herself, but she has more fashion sense with her coverings. Kinda gothic and lacey, with those big Victorian era dresses. She has a fur coat she likes to wear when travelling, but Ogygia’s usually too hot to wear it. When she’s away from the sun and can dress how she pleases, her clothing is surprisingly boring in comparison.

Leiptrvarthr - A Shade monster, so he doesn’t wear clothes. However, sometimes he wears a blanket of sorts across his back, so that his student Ganymede can sit or stand atop him and travel without Ganymede’s paladin blood hurting him.

Cenna - Likes short shorts, but otherwise is quite modest. Originally a simple farmers daughter from a small village, she doesn’t wear elaborate clothing and sticks to simple, practical stuff. However, since coming to Ogygia, she’s started experimenting with trying to find a personal style. Likes cute things.

Aneikenon - Wears black, but because he’s scared people will notice blood on him from his curse, not because he likes it. As a Prince, he owns nice clothes, but since he gets out of bed so rarely he doesn’t wear them. Since he’s so cold, when he wears clothes he wears lots of layers. Wears a lot of traditional Ice clothing made from elk or caribou fur, since it’s effective at keeping him warm.

Galure - Whatever the Dragon equivalent of Louis Vuitton is. Wears all the nice clothes Aneikenon won’t. Likes furs, big ones. And boots, heeled ones, at least knee high. Doesn’t have the memories to know why it might be bad if people know about his curse, so wears light colours, especially white and blue.

Dantalion - Doesn’t really know or care about fashion. He’s from Plague, where you wear whatever you can find, and if not everyone’s chill about nudity. He changes his fashion to blend in with the culture of wherever he goes, or sticks to things that are good for sneaking around and hiding. He has few material objects that belong to him, but one of his prized possessions is a winter coat that Aneikenon made for him from scratch. Even when he’s not working, it seems that there’s a little goth in him that means he favours black clothes. He also wears more leather than your average person, but he’s gay so it’s fine.

Bitya - Finest lingerie collection in Ogygia, so she hangs out in that a lot at “home” - She owns a brothel and is a crime lord, so it’s not like anyone can tell her not to. Outside, her outfits aren’t usually extrvagant for someone of her nature, but she often spices her looks up with one of her many long coats. Usually wears colours in the black/white/cream/brown/gold range.

Zylhana - She works a lot, so she’s usually in some kind of uniform. In her home life, since she has plants growing into the sides of her thighs, her clothing has to accommodate that - Most of her pants and dresses have slit sides. Wears a lot of plain white, sometimes mixed with black. Her clothes are always simple, but she’s naturally beautiful so it looks good regardless.

Lis-Mirolu - Most often seen in her military uniform coat, since she works long shifts and is rarely off duty (mostly by choice). That said, out of uniform she’s a pretty snappy dresser (kinda like that hot office worker type vibe), and is one of the few people out there whole can make a turtleneck sweater look good.

Thulani - As a deity, his appearance depends on how people who believe in him depict him, and so his clothing is also decided in this way. However, he lost a lot of his power, and now he works in a hospital and just wears one of those long doctors coats. He also wears a facemask, and nobodies quite sure if it’s just a surgeon thing or if there’s something funky going on behind it. Nobodies ever seen. Nobody knows a fucking thing about Thulani like he’s some sort of cryptid and not the local medic.

Locket - Ever since he invented long-range communication and got famous for it, he’s becoming more and more of an obnoxious celebrity, and his fashion sense seems to have changed to match that.

#crantext #long post #my dragons #all dragons #listen this sorta shit is good for character development #characters gitta have fashions and hobbies n shit #anyways goodnight

[keladryhawklight]

Into the Enclave

6th Month

She shuddered, not understanding what drew her to this place exactly. As they had ridden by, she had slowed, eventually pulling Liera to a halt. Dismounting, she had let Liera roam, knowing the horse could more than look after himself this far north. He had the time before. That time she couldn’t quite remember, just before she had left the regiment. She frowned, staring up at the sky. Why can’t I remember? she thought absently. It’s like it never truly happened. But it had. Five people had died that day, and she couldn’t explain it. Her violet eyes brimmed with anxiety as wandered; something clearly wanted to intrude on her thoughts from the very edge of her mind. A memory? She did not know.

The cathedral jutted up before her; a desolate, destroyed ruin of fanatical times past. Beliefs even her own Father had seemed to uphold and emulate from time to time. Bracing herself against the crumbling stone, she made her way into the ruin, climbing over the precariously shifting rubble.

The cathedral was a ruin of its former glory; stained glass littered the ground, and the familiar red and white mosaics had long turned black with mildew. The pews rotted, the congregation dead and forgotten for the most part.

She sighed heavily, feeling at that moment, the weight of memories pressing against her chest. It threatened to squeeze the breath from her. She gasped, her hand rubbing her heart to relieve the tension.

Approaching the dais, she knelt, assuming the position of prayers and meditation. She didn’t think the Light would take issue with where she prayed, as long as it was on the truly good ideals. The chill from the flagstones crept quickly through her armour, just as invasive as the horrors that still plagued this forgotten place.

“May the Light be my guide in the darkness,” she murmured softly. “May it shepherd me through the horrors of the past; May it’s illuminating rays show me only truths, let memories long past come forward and be seen. Shine brightly upon this path, and grant protection from the encroaching shadows. For it is only through the Light that I see.”

Her lips continued to move, her words silent now, and her eyes closed as she settled into meditation. She appeared at peace, a single bastion of fervent faith in a place of desolation. Opening her mind, she reached, just as she would for her gifts, for the memories that remained stubbornly hidden.

“Now Keladry, pay attention.” The deep voice admonished her with no lack of amused impatience. “You need to focus— no, here please.”

They rode side by side in the middle of the travelling column, deep in the heart of the Plaguelands. The 57th had been in the North for months, bringing aid to the displaced villagers and dispatching the criminals that now roosted there. She had been with them for that time; as a squire, not only was she training, but this was her chance to gain the combat experience she needed to complete her training and become a full Paladin of the Light.

“Keladry Arnia Hawklight!” He snapped. “There are no butterflies here. Attention here!”

At the use of her full name, she winced. She was in for it now, she knew. It was difficult, focusing when the landscape seemed to scream at you.

“Yes, Lord Brock?” She returned meekly.

He sighed. She was the reason he had grey hairs. He didn’t have children; his wife, Light rest her soul, had been too frail, and so he considered each of the Paladins he had chosen to take under his wing his children. But this one. Light save him he had wanted to strangle her upon more than one occasion. Willful, impatient, far too impulsive for her own good, but.. he conceded, a paragon of goodness. He was confident she would go far in the Holy order. He knew the orders of Retribution and Protection were not for her. Her reaction to the first time she had been tested on the battlefield had been extreme to say the very least.

“You need to focus,” he began again. “The Light will never truly leave you. Even when you feel your gifts flicker and wane, it will always be there when you need it. All you need to do is focus. Don’t rely on your gifts to get the job done— when you get back to Stormwind, see that you report to the Hospital to get some truly surgical experience.”*

"How is it that my gifts will never leave? Would I not be exhausted from overuse after a time?”

“How far do your beliefs go?”

“That’s simple,” she beamed up at him. “They’re endless.”

He smiled warmly, his dark brown eyes warming at her candid innocence. “Exactly. Yo-“

“Lord Hammerfall!” The cry rose from the front of the column. “Attackers from the front!”

He snapped into action, his voice a thunderous bellow, carrying over his men, “To Arms! For Lordaeron! For the Light!”

The column pulsed, breaking into fighting formation as the wave of Forsaken hitting the ranks heavily. Screams of the frightened younger fighters filled the air, coupled with the whining screech of metal on metal. Her sword trembled in her hand as she called on the Light to aid the group. Gold flowed around her hands as she moved, flowing around the regiment with practiced ease. It became a pattern for her; watching everyone around her with the intense focus only a Hawk could possibly give.

The battle raged around her; sweat began to drip down her forehead. She could feel her reserves waning as she pushed rejuvenating healing into those closest to her, could feel the pull of exhaustion creeping in, but knew she couldn’t give in to it.

A movement in the corner of her eye made her turn. As she whirled, the fetid breath of the undead fanned warmly across her face and the rattling scream of the undead assaulted her ears. The abomination reared back from her, its chain clinking horrifically at her feet. She froze for a half-second, caught in the monstrosities sights like a petrified rabbit. Out of instinct, her blade rose, lighting with gold fire, ready to meet the terrifying foe. Raising its hook, or readied to swing at her, the massive head whirling heavily just before her.

And then it let out an agonized screech, just as she heard a familiar male voice yell her name urgently. “Keladry move back!”

She saw the gold hammer as the abomination whirled, but that was the only thing she saw. As the monster turned, the heavy hook followed suit, catching her in the midsection, throwing her back a good handful of feet onto the rocky ground. The breath left her on impact, punching out of her lungs powerfully, as her forehead cracked the ground. Darkness enveloped her. She struggled against it, trying desperately to recall her prayers, anything to protect against it. But it was in vain. As fast as the terror hit her mind, she fell into the darkness, stilling on the unhallowed ground.

She came back to reality, falling to her back on the cold stones. Her fiery hair practically bled into the stones, and as she stared up at the rotting ceiling, she couldn’t help but feel a measure of peace. Tears streamed down her face unbidden, not that she felt them. Her body was heavy, weighted down by the exhaustive pull of memories.

She knew what happened after that. The memory of that was as sharp as a blade biting into flesh; there had been no body of Brock Hammerfall to discover. It, along with the four others who had perished, had vanished. The man she had considered to be a second father; the one who had adored her for who she was, and who had shown her more love than her own, was dead. Dead, but not gone.