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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Could you please do the gang helping you through your period 👉👈 like pains, comfort food, cuddling, mood swings stuff like that 😳 do whoever you think would be worst/best/unknowing about it :)

I decided I’d include a few members and what they’d do to help!!! I’d love to write for all of them but I thought I’d do a few gang members that I haven’t wrote much about. Reader is gender-neutral :0) Headcanons include: Mary-Beth, Tilly, Hosea, Dutch, Jack, Lenny, Bill, Sean, and Javier.

Mary-Beth and Tilly are the first to catch on to how you're feeling; it's not hard to notice things like your grumbling, your body language showing how exhausted you are, the way you crouch over from the pains in your stomach. So, Tilly begins making you some medicine whilst Mary-Beth approaches you and quietly tells you that she understands what you're going through. They take you to a quiet corner of camp, or your tent if you'd prefer, and help calm you after you've taken the medicine. Hosea will happily read to you, or begin telling you about some of his many stories. It's hard to focus on the pain when Hosea is flailing his arms about and playing out all the roles perfectly, just like the actor he is. Dutch overhears Hoseas stories and just has to join in; the pair decide that they'll play each other, and oh boy, does Hosea roast the hell out of Dutch for how silly he was in his younger days.

Jack understands that you're sick and tells you to get better soon, but in the mean time, he asks if you want to play a game. You decide that you might as well make use of the shore at Clemens Point, so you build a sandcastle with him!! You both get really into it and build a fantastic castle, but Cain eventually wanders over and... tramples it... woof woof. Lenny isn't sure how he can help; he quickly tells you he'll be right back, and returns with a blanket. He wraps said blanket around you and settles down beside you with some paper and pencils in hand. You and Lenny play a game where you have to draw a camp member as pooly as possible, and the other has to guess who it is. Lenny eventually draws some kind of animal and you begin listing off all the horses, but he quickly gets embarassed and mutters "it's... Cain..." Bill also isn't sure how to help, but he admits that whenever he's down, he curls up in bed and has a nap. You join him for one, letting him be the big spoon; his hand gently rests on your stomach and if you ask, he's happy to softly knead it, the warmth of his hand soothing the pain. But when you wake, Bill isn't by your side. You get up, only to find Bill rummaging through the supplies wagon, trying to find some sort of medicine that will help you (he honestly has no clue what he's looking for, but at least hes trying!) Sean is quick to lead you deep into the forest, dragging you along, and suddenly stopping in his tracks. He tells you that this is what he does whenever he needs to let off steam, and suddently begins to scream. You try to shush him but he carries on, eventually telling you that he wont stop until you join in. So, you do, your screams getting louder over time. The pair of you are stood deep in the forest... screaming... but it really helps! Until Javier, who is on guard duty, comes over to question what the hell is going on?! Javier tells you to go and get cosy by the campfire; he approaches the girls and asks what medicine he should give you, and he soon returns with said medicine. After taking it, he asks if you want a cuddle, and he'll tenderly hold you in his arms whilst telling you whatever story you want. If you want to know about his life in Mexico, he'll happily tell you. If you want to know how he found the gang, he'll also happily tell you. But don't start questioning his theories on the chupacabra, not unless you want him to babble alllll niighhtttt.

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verai-marcel · 5 years

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A Bear of a Man (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Arthur has been a shapeshifter for years, after he got attacked by a werebear during a hunting trip with Hosea. Hosea has kept his secret, but what happens when you find out?

Author’s Notes: Just expanding on that drabble I wrote on tumblr. Some background for this fic: Shapeshifting can be transferred through vicious attacks while in animal form. Also there are feral shapeshifters around, those who have lost their humanity and basically remain as animals. This happens if a shapeshifter stays as an animal for too long and chooses to lose themselves to their instincts.

Tags: medium honor Arthur, smut, biting, doggy style, very rough sex, breeding kink

AO3 Link is here, rawr.

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You normally didn’t worry about Arthur when he left on trips to find work. Sometimes he was gone for a day or two. Other times, a full week would go by before he’d come back, a pile of cash in his satchel and sometimes a large deer to share with the gang. Arthur always provided for his family, and that made your heart warm up to him quickly after you first met him.

A year ago, Hosea had found you underneath the porch of a ranch house, hiding from the owner in the hopes of burglarizing his home late at night. In exchange for the info you had, Hosea offered you a place in the gang if you could contribute. You readily agreed; you were tired of being all alone.

Now you were one of the gang, stealing from the rich and giving to your found family. But you wanted to be more than just one of the gang to Arthur. You wanted him to notice you, to care for you as much as you cared for him. You vaguely knew of a prior lover, but accordingly to Tilly, that was long ago and she wasn’t good for him anyway.

So you did your best to be kind, to show your support for the gruff outlaw. You helped him clean his clothes, made sure he had some food when he came back late from a job, and you always brought your job tips to him first before anyone else. Lately, it seemed like he’d finally started to notice; you caught him glancing over at you on more than one occasion these past few weeks. His tone was kinder, gentler with you when he spoke. This past month, he had accompanied you on almost every job you went on, when before he hardly went with you at all. He even gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder the last time you saw him, his fingers lingering as he thanked you for bringing him a cup of coffee.

He had looked a bit haggard then, too tired to be up so early. Soon after, he had left, and by now, three days had passed with no sign of Arthur. You had not slept well the night before; you had asked the others where he might have traveled, and no one had a clue. The biggest red flag was raised when you asked Dutch and Hosea where he might have gone.

“Oh, he's probably off hunting or taking on a bounty. Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine.”

You looked from Dutch to Hosea. Normally, Hosea would just nod or give you some pithy comment along the same lines. But this time, he spoke a bit more than normal.

“He’s just fine. I’m sure you’d cause him more worry if you were to leave camp, so stay here and wait for him to come back. Greet him with that big smile like you always do.”

You nodded before turning away from them both, trying to hide your reaction to Hosea’s words. You’d worked with him enough to identify when he was bullshitting. And your bullshit alarm just went off in your head. Something was up. You had to find Arthur.

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The next day, after you had finished your chores, you told Tilly you were going to go look for homes to rob, and took off, keeping your eyes out on the trail for signs of Arthur’s horse. You had traveled for over half a day before you realized, as the sun was setting, that you had lost his trail.

Or so you thought. As you traveled through the forest that only got thicker and darker, you noticed a small cabin that looked abandoned, with ivy growing around it, the shingles on the roof rotted with age.

Tied to a tree nearby was a familiar palomino horse.

“Hey there, boy,” you cooed as you rode up and tied your horse next to him. The two horses nuzzled each other as you looked around. The cabin looked empty; no lamps, no fire. You walked up the steps and entered anyway.

“Hello? Arthur?”

The door creaked as it opened, and you looked around the room in the dim light. There was an old bed with its wooden legs broken, the mattress basically on the ground, a blanket thrown upon it. There were a couple of cabinets that were empty, the paint faded. Finally, to your surprise, there was a backdoor that was hanging off its hinges, the door jamb broken as if someone had tried to break in with a sledge hammer.

As you got closer, you looked at the wood and noticed something off about the damage. It wasn’t by tools; it looked like claw marks. You gently nudged the backdoor open and looked around on the ground. There was the faint smell of dead animal; you could see blood on the ground and bits of what might have been a rabbit strewn about. Taking a few more steps outside, you looked around at the trees. More claw marks. You had no doubts now.

A bear had been around. Recently too, from the looks of the tracks that you saw on the ground, even in the dim light of dusk.

What if Arthur was injured out there? What if…?

You didn’t want to think about it. Charging into the forest, you foolishly followed the tracks of the bear for five minutes before you stopped, your mind catching up with your emotions. You hadn’t seen any foot trails. No sign of Arthur’s boots in the dirt. Why weren’t there any footprints? You turned around and started to walk back to the cabin to start your search from there, taking a deep breath to clear your head. You needed to be more logical about this. Also you wanted to go get your lantern; it was impossible to see clearly now.

A rustling in the bushes behind you made you jump. You turned, and in the brush beyond, you saw a pair of glowing eyes, followed by the faint outline of a large creature. And it was getting closer.

Fueled by fear, you made a newbie mistake. You ran.

Hearing the creature crash through the underbrush after you, your heart pounded harder, pumping all the adrenaline through your veins as you raced back to the cabin. You could see it, the door was right there—

Suddenly you were flying, then falling, face first into the dirt, after tripping over a broken tree branch. You tried to get up, but you felt a large paw hold you down. Too scared to turn your head, you shut your eyes, bracing for a bite that would end you.

Instead, the bite did not draw any blood; it felt more like a gentle grasp on your neck, and you shuddered as its tongue licked your exposed skin. You heard it rumble, almost like a cat’s purr, before it pulled away from you. Terrified, you slowly turned around to look.

It was a large grizzly bear. You tentatively got up to your feet, keeping eye contact. To your surprise, it merely huffed as it watched you.

You took a step back. It took a step forward. You took a few more steps back, and it followed you, and didn’t stop. Your back hit the wall of the cabin. The bear, big enough to come up to your shoulder while standing on all fours, pushed its head against your belly and rolled it against you, almost playfully. Looking up at you, it softly woofed at you. Then he put his nose into your hand.

“You want me to pet you?” you asked, incredulous. It woofed again, and headbutted you gently.

Reaching out with both your hands, you ran your fingers through its soft fur. You heard it rumble softly, and you kept petting its head as it leaned into your touch. You reveled in the warmth against your skin.

The purr turned into a low growl, and then suddenly the bear got up on its hind legs and slammed it paws against the wall, pinning you in place. You shrieked, afraid that it had changed its mind and was finally going to eat you. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you waited for that final blow, whimpering.

“Now you’ve done it, darlin’.”

You blinked and looked up. Arthur was standing before you, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between his massive arms. You put one and one together, but you still couldn’t believe it.

“I know yer smart. You know what I am now.”

You nodded. A shapeshifter. There were stories, legends, like the vampire in St Denis, or the witch in the mountains of Ambarino. But never any proof. Until now, that is.

A quick glance told you that he was naked. A second glance told you that he was very, very happy to see you.

“Um.”

“You shouldn’t’ve come here,” he uttered in a low tone.

“Ar-Arthur?”

He leaned in and nuzzled your neck, nipping gently at your pulse. “You smell so sweet, darlin’.” Taking a step forward, he pressed you against the wall with his whole abody. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace; his muscles were hard against your soft curves as he rubbed against you, spreading his scent on you.

“Yer too temptin',” he mumbled as he grasped your chin, making you look up at him. “Tell me now if you don’t want me. Otherwise, I won’t stop.”

You stared at him, into his eyes, a vulnerability showing through that you had seen glimpses of before. He had given you a choice. His heart was in your hands.

“I-I want you, Arthur.”

He smiled hungrily in triumph. Then his lips met yours, and you could no longer think. You were lost to the arms that wrapped around you, the mouth that stole your breath, the body that crushed you. He picked you up and took you into the cabin, laying you down onto the broken bed.

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

You hesitated. This was happening so quickly. Too quickly. You were still grappling with the fact that Arthur was a bear. An actual bear.

He reached up and grabbed the collar of your blouse, tearing the fabric easily, as if it were tissue paper.

Shocked, you could only gasp as he did the same to the rest of your clothes, tearing everything to shreds until only scraps of cloth remained. You raised your arms, covering your private bits in a panic.

He grabbed your wrists roughly and pulled your arms aside, his eyes raking over your body. His intense gaze was full of lust as he stared at you. The only sound he made was a low rumble as he crawled over you and kissed you again, rubbing up against you, skin on blazing hot skin.

“Gotta mark you, make sure everyone knows yer mine,” he mumbled before he started to suck on your neck, leaving love bites up and down the column of your neck. His hands were all over you, touching you in a frenzy, as if he needed to feel every inch of you or he’d die. He slid his body up and down, his cock rubbing against your inner thighs.

“Spread your legs fer me.”

You shyly did so, your breath catching at the heat in his eyes as he worked his lips down your chest, your stomach, to your center. He kept eye contact with you as he licked a long line up your folds, lapping up your slick. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, as if he had tasted the most delectable ambrosia.

“Yer just perfect, my darlin’ mate. Perfect for havin’ my cubs.”

You didn't have time to digest his comment before you felt an incredible pleasure. Arthur had shoved his face between your legs, lapping at your nether lips and your core, his tongue giving you the perfect amount of pressure on your sensitive areas. He devoured you with an insatiable hunger, moaning against you.

"So delicious, sweetheart," he mumbled when he finally came up for air. "Wanna taste you when ya let go."

You lifted your hips to meet his mouth as he went all in, chasing after your pleasure, growling against your body. The vibration of his low tone threw you over the edge as you came, bucking against his face, your thighs crushing his head as you reached down and dug your hands into his hair. He didn't stop sucking on your center until you were whimpering, so sensitive that you were trying to get away from his wicked tongue.

"Stay still, princess," he commanded, and you froze, staring at him as he crawled up your body, settling himself between your legs. "Yer mine now."

Taking his huge cock in one hand, he eased the tip slowly inside of your slick entrance. You cried out softly, feeling his thick member penetrating you.

"Shhh, there ya go, you can take it, sweetheart."

He held you close as he eased himself in the rest of the way, petting your hair and making soft, cooing sounds to calm you, as if you were a frightened pet. It worked, because your heart slowed its frantic pace, your muscles relaxing, letting him delve deeper inside of you. When he was fully within you, he let out a low groan.

"So good," he uttered as he started to pump his hips, building up a steady rhythm that your heart started to match, growing into a frenzied staccato as Arthur lost himself in you.

"Need to breed you," he gritted out, his voice halfway to sounding like a bear growl. He pulled out of you and flipped you over. You felt his arms wrap around you as he re-entered you, his weight bearing down on you as you felt his lips graze the back of your neck before he bit down gently. Hearing your small cry of pleasure, he tenderly kissed the spot he had bitten.

"You want this?" he asked, his lips moving against your skin.

You heard his underlying question, so you answered that instead.

"I want you, Arthur."

He rumbled happily as he started to pound into your wet heat.

"Darlin', my sweet darlin'," he slurred, drunk on his desire for you. His pace quickened as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply of your scent. He let out a shuddering breath as he pumped hard into you.

“Mine,” he moaned as he spilled himself inside of you, filling you with his spend. He lay on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath, before he rolled over, taking you with him. He was still hard as he lay on his side, spooning you. His hips jerked forward every few minutes.

“Gonna be inside you fer a while,” he grunted. “Got to make sure it takes.”

You whimpered as you felt him twitch inside of you. He lifted your leg up by your knee and thrust slowly, languidly, taking long strokes, enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him. He moaned into your neck as he filled you up again and again.

Time passed, becoming just phrases between when he was thrusting into you and when he just held you still. But he was inside you the whole time, his cock a constant pulse between your legs. He stroked you gently, knowing that you were sensitive now, every caress making you whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Yer alright, girl. I got you."

You sighed and snuggled into his arms.

"Be mine, forever."

You nodded.

Arthur kissed the top of your head. "Love you, darlin'."

***

“Arthur?”

“Hm?”

You ran your hands through his soft hair. In the morning light, it looked as if there was a golden glow to the tips of his sandy brown locks. “Did you mean what you said last night?”

He held you close and buried his face into your neck. You felt more than heard his affirmative hum.

“Does that… does that mean you’re mine too?”

He pulled back and looked at you, a look of sweet devotion on his face. “Of course, darlin’. I was yours from the beginnin’.” Arthur smiled shyly at you. “Just took me a while to figure it out.”

Clinging to him tightly, you smiled happily. You were his, and he was yours. While you admitted to yourself that it wasn’t the most romantic first night, it was certainly the most passionate, and if you had to choose, you’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

He was your Arthur-Bear, and you’d love him forever.

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End Notes: So my search history now contains the phrase “bear courtship”, but I learned that the male bear will basically just follow a female bear until she seems ready to mate, and then will just get it on for an hour or so, making sure his sperm takes, before moving on to the next female. Didn’t seem too romantic, so I made it so that Arthur-bear just likes to follow you, and then keep you close forever and ever. Happy ending.

I have notes for this story, if anyone is interested in reading them. Let me know, and I’ll post them if enough people ask for it.

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #werebear arthur #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #nsft #lemon fanfic #writing #fanfic

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imthepunchlord · 5 years

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Well I think Fluff being the Kwami of Healing would fit her perfectly for not just the Moon Rabbit of Asian myth but with the Chinese Zodiac too. Which makes me wonder what powers would you give the other Chinese Zodiac Kwamis as well that is if you don’t mind me asking?

Mouse/Rat’s canon power I don’t mind, but the other I would’ve done is Mimic, Mouse copies the power’s of another and uses them for their own, which plays off the rat in the legend of the Chinese Zodiac, making use of the Ox’s strength for their own to win and get first place. Kwami would also be renamed Savvy, Kwami of Resourcefulness, or Community if playing off canon power.

Ox, Bullseye, a power of foresight, Ox becomes a very capable fighter/defender, catching glimpses what will go on around them and can react accordingly. Ideally meant to break away ox largely associated with brute strength and plays more into their symbolism of assistance, coming to others aide. Kwami would be renamed Mettle, Kwami of Strength (strength of character and not just physical strength alone).

Tiger, there are a good few possibilities. Kwami potentially renamed Yoruu or Kaage (night or shadow in Japanese), Kwami of Cunning.

Disappearing Act, invisibility.

Tiger Team, Tiger can enhance their allies’ power.

Paper Tiger, Tiger has sheets of origami paper, and with it, can make anything, though Tiger is limited, the smaller the more Tiger can make, the bigger the less they can create.

Fervent, Tiger enhances the power of anyone they choose, though they go berserk.

Rabbit already covered here, kwami renamed Luuna. Kwami of Healing or Journey.

Dragon’s canon power I like, but I rather it be called Forceful Nature or Perfect Storm, and instead of saying Water Dragon or Wind Dragon, you just call out Forceful Nature/Perfect Storm and you can either become or command those 3 elements as you please for five minutes. Longg’s name can stay, Kwami of Elements.

Snake’s power can stay, I just want Second Chance to have more limitations, like a total of 5 uses and that’s it, detransformation. That way Snake doesn’t cheat the system and can skip out on the timer. But, there are also a lot of possibilities they could’ve done with Snake. And kwami name, while I do like Sass, there are some others that would work better, like Koruu is my top pick (loop in Maori, also a big symbol of renewal, strength, and peace), Kwami of Possibilities, Influence, or Duality, depending on power.

Replay, similar to Second Chance, but its more rewinding time, and actually involves playing the harp, and there are limits to how far back Snake can rewind time, like the farthest Snake can go back is 24 hours and it can only do that once. Though, for shorter rewinds, Snake could use it more often but it depends on how far back they go. A couple of minutes, 5 times, the farther back they go, the less they can use it.

Venom (Bee’s power renamed Sting) is one of two ideas that plays off snake as a symbol of duality, the harp divides into two “knives”, one can immobilize a target, and the other can rejuvenate/heal; plays off snake venom being lethal, but also required to make antidotes that save lives.

Double Trouble, this power would make Snake a challenging miraculous to use and is the 2nd thought to play off duality, divides the user in two, a yang and yin counterpart (one is green and the other blue); together, there’s a high chance of success, though it requires someone very balanced, else the two halves will clash.

Sway, Snake plays harp and plays a hypnotic song of suggestion, hypnosis.

Snake Eyes, meeting Snake’s gaze fills the target with terror.

Horse’s canon power has grown me, I do like Voyage. But there are quite a few other ideas to do as well. And Kaalki’s name I do like, that can stay, though would like more references to this Avatar of Vishnu, like the tool being a blade or Pegase having more white in his suit design, and not his skin getting lighter. And Pegasus is officially a white horse. Max’s suit just really bothers me with how dark they went with its design. Kwami of Freedom or Chivalry/Nobility.

Free Rein, a power of tangibility, absolute freedom; Horse can go wherever they please, and can never be caught or contained.

White Knight, Horse can teleport to an ally’s side and come to their assistance or get those in danger to safety.

All-Knighter, Horse can empower an ally, boosting their power or giving them a second go at their power.

Goat has quite a few possibilities. Kwami I’d rename Dreem, which not only plays off one of the power ideas, but also having a goal to reach, a dream to achieve. Kwami of Force or Ambition or Subtly.

Battering Ram, tool being a boomerang, Goat throws it and it latches onto a target, and like a magnet, pulls Goat after it an high speed, will break through obstacles or wind enemies.

Scapegoat, Goat mentally tricks their target, getting them to lock onto something else, can used to turn enemies against each other.

Count Sheep, Goat can put whoever they choose asleep.

Gravity, Goat can manipulate gravity.

Woolf, Goat becomes a werewolf, play off a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Monkey, Monkey’s canon power I don’t mind, but I’d rename it Monkey Around. Kwami I’d rename Giggle, Laff, or Asobii (fun in Japanese). Kwami of Jubilation.

Rooster, instead of cliche sonic boom, I largely rather rooster associated with light and the sun for its power. Or even associated with honesty. Name I do like, though some alternatives, Aasaa (morning in Japanese) and Sunny, Kwami of Brilliance.

Cockadoodle, with the tool being a quill, Rooster can draw anything and it comes to life or becomes tangible.

Come Dawn, a cleansing power, banishes darkness.

Light Show, Rooster can create either a big flash that will blind all, or let loose little lights that can guide those Rooster wants to trick or see to safety.

Clear Day, Rooster will see past all deceptions and know the truth.

Dog, for kwami name, I rather Amorr, play off dogs being big symbols of love. Though if it had to be a sound related name, Woof would’ve been my pick. Kwami of Assistance.

Wishbone, Dog makes a wish that gives a miracle to an ally, either heals or gives them another go at their power.

Dog Days, fire manipulation, plays off the hottest days of summer and hell hounds.

Spread Out, a cloning power, Dog can split up and form a pack.

Pig, Swine Down, Pig can slow down target(s) in an area. Plays off pigs as a symbol of sloth, or Lucky Pearls/Stars/Streak; Pig gives good luck to their allies, play off Pig as a symbol of fortune in China. Kwami renamed Luckii, and definitely not named Daizzi who is meant to be given to Rose (it means idiot in Chinese). Kwami of Fortune.

And since pig does have a lot of negativity to it, as an alternative and replacement, Deer, having the power Soothesayer. The gentle Deer uses their words to to calm down enemies, can turn enemies into allies or help someone free themselves from influence. Kwami named Jolli, meaning lovely/cheerful in French, Kwami of Empathy or Connection.

#ask Punchie #miraculous ladybug #zodiac miraculosues #griffinboss555

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welcometojoelsvoid · 6 years

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Short Hair and Flower Crowns | Retold!AU

Another AU involving Lotus and @hoehoehoelt ‘s wonderful Danem’misaan Lavellan.

This AU’s basic storyline is that neither Lotus nor Denny had been forced into slavery and are living their own normal lives with their family and because their dads are friends they meet and becomes friends too. Also, they’re like 7 years old in this.

Name: Short hair and flower crowns

Words: 2608

Characters: Lotus Draqon (creator: me), Danem’misaan Lavellan (creator: That Hoe Over There), Keilma and Eerik Draqon (creator: me), Caelynn and Soveliss Lavellan (creator: feiwygadhhhhhhoe)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Warnings/Additional tags: This is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever written, platonic soulmates meet for the first time, kids being adorable, mentions of racism/discrimination, there’s a really cute drawing in there somewhere so prepare yourself, also I pretty much let me ADD run free in this because I felt like it fit since this is from very young Lotus’ POV k thanks byyyyeee

Author’s Note: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

((apologies for any typos or grammar mistakes, my dyslexic ass is feeling extra illiterate today and my grammar app doesn’t always pick up all the mistakes, try to enjoy regardless and also ily hoe slay like a bitch ass queen woof))

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The Draqon family was known for their kindness and moral value, a wealthy household of a humble man, his family and staff. The name itself didn’t have further meaning than that, at least in the beginning. A small baby, not older than a few months, had been left at their doorstep with a bouquet of lotus flowers. Lady Draqon had always wanted a child and this provided the perfect opportunity. This child, however, was not a usual one. With purple scales, claws, tail, red horns and a magenta eye to match the family name. For the time being, the lady of the house called the baby her lotus flower since no actual name had yet to be given. They tried many names for their new family member but nothing seemed to feel right, so Lady Draqon had set the nickname she gave the baby in stone; he would be known as Lotus.

The Draqon household was located in Saimvinmaa, just about a 4-day boat trip from Thedas. Saimvinmaa is a lush place in a colder climate with beautiful forests and lakes and even more beautiful towns and cities. The head of the household, Lord Draqon, went on a business trip to Thedas and on his journey he met an amusing fellow, the father of the Lavellan family. Draqon had invited Lavellan over to his home when his trip was coming to an end and, after finding out about Lavellan having his own family, encouraged him to take his child and wife along.

Lotus and his mother had gotten a letter from Lord Draqon about the arrival of him and his guests, Lotus' mother had immediately begun preparations; cleaning, preparing the guestrooms, going out to buy more food supply. Meanwhile, Lotus didn’t seem too excited, rather nervous actually, never before really properly met other people or even befriended other kids. The language wasn’t an issue, he knew common just fine, he was just very awkward with social situations. Growing up different was a challenge, yes, everyone is different but being the way Lotus is is beyond the lines of too different. He’s gotten used to the looks he gets when he walks around town, it doesn’t bother him as much anymore. He just wished they’d have the courtesy to even try to hide it. Ever since he was old enough to understand words his mother warned him about intolerant people and reminded him of his family’s love for him. It got him thinking, how would his father’s new friends react to him? Did they know? Would his father really bring intolerant people into their house? He had mentioned, in his letter, that the Lavellans were farmers, they lived with animals and took care of them. Lotus always wanted a pet, like a cat or a dog, but he could never get too close to a cow or a horse. In truth, he was scared of horses, they’re big and loud and freak out easily. He didn’t like horses.

It was too late to worry about it now, the horse carriage carrying his father and his guests was already in view as it approached the front doors of the manor. Lotus and his mother were waiting for them side by side along with a few maids. As the carriage stopped in front of them and the doors were opened, the maids went for the luggage and excused themselves, while Lady Draqon went to greet her husband with hug and kiss, letting him introduce her to the Lavellans.

"And this is my son Lotus; my pride and my joy." Lord Draqon smiled as he put his hand on Lotus' shoulder, his mother petting his hair gently. Lotus regarded the elven couple with caution. The mother approached him slowly and crouched down to his level, still at a comfortable arm's reach, she had long, braided auburn hair and markings covering her face like the father did but had freckles underneath and kind blue eyes. "Hello there, Lotus! My, what lovely hair you have! It's very nice to meet you," she said, speaking calmly as to not startle him. She smiled as Lotus muttered out a quiet thank you, standing up and straightening her clothes. "Your father has told a lot about you, Lotus. He says you're quite the artist." The father looked to be younger than his own with medium-length, brown hair styled in a ponytail and neatly trimmed facial hair, his eyes were hazel. Lotus nodded and his eyes wandered to the child standing beside the eleven man, clutching his hand. The boy looked like his father but had freckles and blue eyes like his mother. "This is Danem'misaan, he's rather shy as well. Spends most of his time reading outside. Do you read, Lotus?" Another nod. "Ma reads to me most of the time, I like the ones where they go on adventures," he said, a little more at ease. His mother patted his hair again and smiled, "Shall we go in? You must be tired from your trip. Dinner will be ready in a few moments," she said, welcoming the visitors into their home, telling her husband to show them around while she goes to assist the kitchen staff. Lotus' father guided the guests around till they reached the living room, offering them a seat and ushering the kids to go play.

Lotus exited the room through the open glass doors that led outside, halting to see if the other was following. He led them to the backyard. It had large patches of grass with a fountain and platforms, a lake, a forest and it was filled with different flowers. The silence was awkward as they walked beside each other. What were they supposed to talk about? What did kids talk about with each other? Lotus often hang around the kitchen and talked to the maids about what they were doing, asked what they were making, if he could have a taste of the pie. He didn't know what he's supposed to say.

"Are your scales real?" Lotus side-eyed the other, brows furrowed, "What?" "What about your horns?" He asked again, "Are they real? Can I touch them?" The boy reached his hand to touch one of the small horns on Lotus' head but was stopped by him dodging. "S-stop that!" He yelled and hopped back as the boy tried again. "Yes, they're real but you can't touch!' Lotus glared at the other. "Sorry, your horns are just really cool," he said as he lowered his head, rubbing his arm. Lotus was taken aback. Cool? No one had ever called his horns cool. Most people whispered behind his back about it being a shame he looks the way he does. Compliments and reassurance about his looks came mostly from his family. "It's fine, just- just don't do it again." The boy nodded and they continued walking till they reached a patch of grass with a bunch of white flowers blossoming on it and sat down next to each other. "Your name is Lotus, right? Like the flower?" The boy asked, squinting as the sun shone brightly in the sky. "Yeah. I can't remember your name." He raked his claws through the grass, picking at the flowers. "It's Danem'misaan," the boy said, picking a few flowers himself. "You have a long name," Lotus commented, twirling a flower between his fingers as he watched curiously as to what the other boy was up to. "People call me Danem sometimes." He mused, twisting the flowers together, not paying much mind to Lotus following the movements of his hands with his own. "Can I call you Denny?" He nodded with a quiet 'sure', more focused on the flowers in his hands.

Lotus watched intensely as Denny worked, trying to copy what he was doing but not succeeding as well. Lotus looked at his own creation, comparing it to Denny's, who's honestly looked much better. He huffed, "No fair! How do you do that so easily?"

He whined as he set down the poor excuse of a flower crown on the ground. Denny laughed as he told about it taking a lot of time to get right and how many times he couldn't do it either. He walked Lotus through the process slowly, guiding his hands and reminding him to be aware of his claws and not to pull too harshly. The two continued in pleasant silence as they crafted their crowns, enjoying the decent weather.

A moment passed before Lotus spoke up again, thinking his words through. "Do you know what heriviö means?" He asked, tilting his head to look at the other, who in turn shook his head. "It means monster in Saimvi. I've heard people call me that, especially the other kids. They never want to play with me because I'm scary and weird." His voice was hushed as he spoke slowly, fidgeting with the decent but still scratched flower crown in his hands. "I don't think you're scary and weird. I think you're cool." A compliment; simple words that meant something more, words Lotus wasn't used to, words that were hard to accept. Words that somehow needed more proof than insults. “The people here talk about me a lot,” Lotus said, “They talk about how my clothes are dirty, how I act weird and how my hair is tangled. and messy.” “Do you think that’s true?” Denny regarded his flower crown, carefully made and pretty. Lotus shook his head, “No. At least not all of it. My hair isn’t messy, it’s just hard to keep it not so messy looking.” His hand played with the two small braids of hair. “My Ma says my hair is really fluffy and thick, that that’s why it looks like this.” Denny looked up at the sky in thought, “You could cut it short, like really short,” he suggested. Lotus looked at him as if he said something revolutionary. “I-I could?” He pawned at his own hair. The other boy nodded and shrugged, “Sure, why not?” He looked back at his flower crown and reached over to put in on Lotus’ head. “Whatever you decide, I think it’s pretty.” Lotus continued to stare at Denny, his face pink. He looked away at the blue sky, “Why not...” he repeated under his breath.

The hours went by quickly, after dinner Lotus, Denny and their mothers went on a walk around town. The weather was warmer and the sky was clear, so a small trip ought to be nice.

“You know Caelynn, my mother lived on a farm when she was a young girl.” “Oh, really?” “Yes! Mother was quite the woman, she was crazy about archery and was rather great at it too.” Lotus’ mother’s family came from Räive, a countryside area in Eastern-Saimvinmaa, and she had always been proud of her roots. She often told Lotus stories of his grandmother, Mijakki-Laera, who was known in her time as a very adventurous young lady who eventually stole the heart of a nobleman, Eerik. They travelled to Tymijärne where they settle down in Draqon estate and started a family. “Me and my sisters, Lietso and Herji, were a group of troublemakers in our youth.” she laughed as she told stories of her childhood and how she was quite the heartbreaker until she finally fell in love with the young, reckless son of a fellow noble family who shared her father's name. “You truly are a peach, Keilma!” Both mothers laughed and shared stories as their sons walked in front of them. Lotus and Denny were walking side by side, Lotus answering the various questions Denny had about the town, albeit most of the answers were along the lines of “I don’t know” and “I can’t remember”. The group walked for a while more before turning back, surely Eerik and Soveliss were already missing their presence.

The rest of the day they spent chatting and telling stories, they ate supper outside in the garden, drinking tea, ale and milk and eating fish, potatoes and bread. They laughed, joked and smiled, enjoying their time together, toasting to a beautiful, blooming friendship and bond between families. Eventually, the sun set behind the horizon and Lady Draqon ushered everyone to their rooms, tucking Lotus and Denny into their beds and bidding goodnights. Lotus’ room wasn’t huge, but it was bigger than Denny’s and very pretty too. He had many stuffed animals, books, wooden carvings, clothing and the walls had beautifully painted murals. Lotus told him the murals were painted by his mother a few years ago and he had helped and painted some himself, which showed. He wasn’t bad but there was a difference between Lotus’ and his mother’s work. She had been really proud of him that day, Lotus clearly showed signs of having a creative artist’s mind. She herself painted as a hobby and also cooked, baked and sewed. His father was a good cook as well and was very poetic.

The morning came and the Lavellan family was packing their belongings, Denny and Lotus spent the last few hours of their time connected at the hip, not ready to say goodbye just yet. The two children were lying in the same patch of grass as the day before, looking up at the fluffy clouds in the sky. “I don’t want you to go yet,” Lotus said after a moment of peaceful quiet. “Yeah,” Denny sighed. “Me neither.” The silence prolonged and turned into minutes until Lotus sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “We’re best friends... right?” Denny followed suit, tilting his head. “Yeah, of course.” Lotus turned his head to look at the other, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were piercing, “And we’ll continue being friends even if we’re far apart?” Denny nodded as the atmosphere around them changed, it wasn’t one of sorrow anymore, it was one of determined hearts and minds; a promise of forever between young souls. “Danem, Love, your mother is asking for you!” Lotus’ mother called out from the back door and approached Lotus as the other child bid his thank yous and farewells, turning to say goodbye to Lotus as well. Keilma sat down next to her son on the grass, hand petting at his hair, bringing him into a hug as she rocked him back and forth. Small sniffles could be heard coming from the child. “Goodbyes are always difficult, I know, Love, I know.” She kissed the top of his head before gently taking the child’s small face into her hand, wiping the tears away with her thumb. “You’ll get to see him again someday. It may take a while, but you will.” Lotus jerked away from his mother, “I forgot!” He yelled out, standing up in a hurry, his mother giving him a questioning look. “I need to tell Denny something important!” He said before bolting towards the front yard, not wanting to waste time finding his way out through the halls of his house. The Lavellans were boarding the carriage at the gates. “Denny!” Lotus yelled out with his hands cupped around his mouth, “Denny!!” The boy in question turned his head towards the sound just as he was about to climb in. “I wanted to let you know that- that the next time we meet I’ll have short hair!!” He was smiling through his words and waved at his friend who returned the smile with his own and held up his thumb. “You can keep the flower crown! Wear it a lot cuz you look really pretty in it!” Denny yelled back and disappeared into the carriage with his family. Lotus was joined by his mother and father, all waving their new friends goodbye.

Lotus couldn’t wait to get his hair cut.

#art #digital art #ocs #my ocs #friend's ocs #writing #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da: inquisition #da:i #retold!au #lotus dragon ((joel))#name is too long not happening ((denny))#jojodrawsthings #jojowritesthings

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A Messy Post of Klance AUS/Headcanons/Prompts

Courtesy of the Klance BB discord. We’re a mess. Feel free to draw inspiration from this, regardless of if you’re a bang participant or not. This is perhaps the first of some indeterminate number of these.

AUS

- Musicals/Movies/TV shows/Games/Books:

- Whispers of the Heart (Studio Ghibli) - In the Heights (Musical) - Miraculous ladybug - Young Justice - Danny Phantom - Lolirock - Pokemon - Digimon - Ninjago - Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go - Firefly - Attack On Titan - Power Rangers - Zero escape - Supernatural (the tv show) - Supergirl - The Uglies Book Series (With Lance as Tally) - Life is Strange - The Forbidden Game (trilogy of books written by same brain behind The Vampire Diaries) - Magic School Bus - Magic Tree House (With Pidge and Matt as the siblings,) - Spirited Away - Artemis Fowl - Steven universe - Futurama (Lance as Fry and Keith as Leela) - Bones (Keith as Brennan and Lance as Booth) - Star Wars - Star Trek - Mythbusters - Emperor’s New Groove - Road to El Dorado - Ib - Mad Father - My Little Pony - Saved By the Bell - Assassination Classroom - Yuri on Ice - Evangelion - Undertale - Inkheart - Gundam - Zoids - Hannah Montana (Keith can pop and lock it) - Phoenix Wright - Big Hero 6 - Dangan ronpa - High School Musical - Madoka Magica - Love Live - Beauty and the Beast - Prince of Stride

- Modern Setting

- Netflix cartoonist (where Lance makes Voltron, the hit cartoon) - Educating Keith on memes - Fun times at a local Fair - Flower shop - Tattoo parlor - Long Term patients in psych ward (this has terrible angst potential) - Coffee shop - In foster care - Book Store/Library - Soulmate - Prom - Sailing - Actors - Book writer - Rival Gamers (just angry yelling over mics) - Speedrunner gamers (always trying to one up eachothers times) - Bad boy/nerd boy - Single Parent

- Legitimate alternate universe (post-apocalyptic, alternate planets, etc.)

- Super hero - That good ol’ fallen angel and demon trope - [S2 SPOILERS] Blade of Mamora/Altean (bonus points if it’s switched up) - Mermaids (always the way to go) - Soulmate - Life swap/personality swap - Character swaps with another universe (either time travel, other dimensions/parallel universes, or other storylines AKA books, movies, etc.) - 80s Voltron swap - Dimensional Rift via wormhole - Timetravel - [S2 SPOILERS] Keith fails the BoM test - Magic AU - Age swap - Lion swap - Reincarnation - Supernatural au (vampire, etc. not the tv show this time) - Dark end au - Someone gets turned into small child (shiro) (isn’t he already six?) - Ah yes the classic Hades/Persephone au - Role reversal - Good ol’ fantasy au

HEADCANONS

- Lance-centric

- Homecoming and meeting the family - Insecurities - Middle child - Awful at singing but his hips don’t lie - BPD/ADHD - Good with children - Amazing swimmer - Can Hula hoop (canon) - [S2 SPOILERS] Figured out the Keith’s galra thing in episode ten of season. Just didn’t say anything - the handsome boi

- Keith-centric

- Neuro-divergent (ex: Autistic) - [S2 SPOILERS] What his possible galra form looks like (if he has one) - Tries to move back to the middle of the desert - Touch-starved - Has ridden a horse - Can sing surprisingly well - Also good with children - Has a little sister - Has played the fuck out of the Zero Escape series - Unironically listens to country pop and Billy Ray Cyrus - Eczema - Lactose intolerant

- Klance

- http://kagedyams.tumblr.com/post/155604766968/lance-and-klance - Everyone else knew first - Lance teaching Keith how to skincare and oops that was a mistake because now his boyfriend is too gorgeous for Lance to cope - Both the guys supporting each other - Lance constantly asks Keith if he still likes him/ still wants to be his boyfriend - Sickfic!!!!! Taking care of each other!

- General

- [S2 SPOILERS] How to deal with Slav now that Shiro’s gone - [S2 SPOILERS] Keith taking on leadership and needing support from Lance - [S2 SPOILERS] Lance becomes the black paladin - Somebody helps lance with his secret self esteem problems - Somebody gives Keith a talk about how lonewolfing life is not cool - Someone (Coran or Allura) gives them the Talk™ but because it’s the Alteans doing that, it’s revealed that Altean reproduction is much different from human reproduction - They meet up with another voltron team (vehicle voltron’s a legit thing, no lie) - Someone is a dog person and the entire team feels betrayed because I mean c’mon they pilot giant mechanical nyas not. Woofs and borks.

PROMPTS

- http://sniperlance.tumblr.com/post/157131101757/how-about-lance-slowly-mutates-into-a-more - [S2 SPOILERS] Kaltenecker is not actually a cow (becomes the black paladin) - Allura goes missing. Altean princeling Lance has to learn to run the castle. - Zarkon attacks earth. - [S2 SPOILERS] Slav’s planet has a device that could view alternate realities. - [S2 SPOILERS] Shiro’s a force ghost because he bonded too hard with black in that fight with zarkon. It’s up to the team to fix that - [S2 SPOILERS] Shiro’s twin sister shows up and is the new black paladin - Finding a possible substitute for a new paladin for x (red/blue, who knows) - Lance is captured and Team dynamic falls apart (even more than it already is) - Lance and Keith are abandoned on some planet during a fight because one of their lions are injured, but the pilot of the uninjured lion’s also injured. - Lance and Keith discovere that Blue and Red are in a romantic relationship somehow (lance is heart broken) - Lance’s crappy flirting finally gets him somewhere, and Keith is jealous.

#klancebb17 #klance #keith #lance #prompts #klance prompts #vld #voltron #voltron prompts #voltron au #voltron: legendary defender #klance au

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Books that I have Loved: James Herriot

I like books.

That is a slight understatement. Throughout my childhood I was a veritable bookworm. I have memories from long before I started school about books and libraries. One coming to mind right now is about a school library. Before I started school, my mother and her friend cleaned the school that my brother and sister attended. On the days they cleaned the school I often went with my mom. My mom’s friend had a girl nearly the same age as me. We were best friends at that point and basically had the run of the school while our mothers cleaned.

One night we learned how the colour photocopier in the school library worked. I have a fuzzy recollection that maybe my older brother showed us. We loved books. And we wanted to take all our favourite library books home, but we couldn’t (I don’t know why exactly since that is the point of a library). So we put this newfound photocopier knowledge to use, and with plenty of time to kill, we started photocopying our favourite books like mad. My brother, or whomever else it might have been, had failed to mention that photocopying cost money, per page, and that colour photocopying cost a lot more money than just black and white. Or, maybe they mentioned it, and our kindergarten brains just didn’t quite comprehend it, I don’t remember.

I’m quite sure we got in a fair bit of trouble, my family was pretty poor so my mom was probably understandably angry at the expense we racked up. I don’t remember the punishment, though I’m sure there was one. All I remember is feeling ecstatic that I could copy all these things I wanted to read, particularly Sally Dick & Jane and some sort of ‘modern’ encyclopedia type book that had cool pictures in it of all the things it described, and take them home with me.

I also recall, in first grade at that same school, my teacher helping me clean out my desk once. There were 31 Berenstain Bears books crammed into my desk. I distinctly remember reading those books, tucked halfway into my desk, during class. Clearly I thought I was being quite sneaky about it, looking back I’m sure it was not even slightly discreet. Those desks were fairly small and children are never as discreet as they hope to be.

So, books and me go way back.

There are plenty of books that I have loved enough to read multiple times in my life. But there is only one set of books & stories that I have read over and over and over and over. I’m not sure where or when I found them, I assume it must have been the library here in my hometown. It started with the children’s books Bonny’s Big Day, Only One Woof, and Moses the Kitten by James Alfred Wight writing under the pseudonym James Herriot.

I have loved the stories Herriot told since the first time I read then. I have gone back to them many times in my life. At some point in my life, when I was still quite obsessed with horses, my sister bought me a giant hardcover copy of The Best of James Herriot for Christmas. To this day it is probably the most cherished book in my collection. Those stories held the most amazing commentary about the things I loved most: animals. I believe those stories also planted the seeds for my current obsession with England and my desire to live in the English countryside. Though now that I’ve visited England, I’d happily stretch that desire to include the Welsh, Scottish, or Irish countryside, just to keep my options open.

In 2012, when my sister took me to England, we visited Thirsk, where Alfred Wight actually practiced as a country vet. I am quite sure I slept for most of the drive to Thirsk, which is a shame. When we got to the James Herriot museum I was quite awake, and I remember being totally enthralled by all of it. That afternoon is probably my clearest memory from the whole trip. I think I took more pictures of that museum than of any other place we visited on that trip. I also learned, as you can see in the photo above, that technically, in a perfect situation, I am strong enough to pull a calf.

More recently my dad has read the boxed set I brought home from that trip, and so I’ve gotten to share some of my enthusiasm for the books with him as he read through them.

Of all the books I’ve read so far in my life, those have stuck with me the most.

A few months ago I pared down my book collection and took a large stack to the used bookstore in town. After giving my books to the staff person, my sister and I browsed through the stacks. In them I found a few more Herriot books, and old copy of All Things Wise and Wonderful, and James Herriot’s Yorkshire. The latter is a beautiful photo book, with wonderful stories, of his beloved Yorkshire countryside. The photos are accompanied by historical information and stories about his experiences in each place. I’m slowly working my way through that one right now, and as I go, adding place names to my “need to visit” list. I also find myself looking up many of the places on Google Streetview and exploring them after reading the stories.

Herriot also has a wonderful writing style. It is simple to read and understand and just flows beautifully from one page to the next, drawing you in. His stories are filled with the full range of emotion, and I feel like I experience every single one of them as if I had lived the moments myself.

I aspire to write as compellingly as him. James Herriot’s stories fill my heart with joy, curiosity, laughter and peace. What more can you ask of a book?

Cheers, Bri

#books #animals #pets #veterinary #james herriot #herriot #thirsk #england #yorkshire #travel #England #google streetview #childhood #reading #literacy #library #libraries

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