#yip draws dragons

[cheddar-inq]

hii time for a bearded dragon / rolly ramble :3

i do not believe that bearded dragons can only experience basic emotions (fear, pleasure, aggression is what i typically see listed or varying synonyms and similar emotions)

i genuinely cannot believe that at all.

yesterday i was crying and shaking after just a lot of stress and emotions built up and i kinda just broke, it happens every now and then and im all good now (its a bad habit that comes with me bottling up emotions and not knowing how to express them properly, so all it takes sometimes is something small to happen and i just snap)

and while i was sitting in my room crying i heard rolly readjust on her basking rock so i went over to sit by her tank, i like watching her and it gave me something positive to focus on

after a minute of me sitting there sobbing, she jumped off her rock and ran up to the wall of her tank closest to me and started kind of moving back and forth like she does when she sees me getting worms, only towards me instead of the wall of her tank thats closest to the worms. i figured she was hungry but she kept doing it even when i showed i had nothing and when i put my hand in the tank, she ran up and put her front feet on my hand which is what she does when she wants to be picked up.

she just cuddled with me. i sat on the floor against the wall and she couldve moved if she wanted but she didnt. she didnt move an inch until i calmed down, and even then she only readjusted. she didnt want to explore. she didnt want to run around. she didnt want food. she just wanted to snuggle.

she has never done that before. the only time shes ever ran into my hand like that is either one time when she pooped and wanted out and then sometimes in the bath when shes done and wants out. i checked, her tank was completely clean.

she wanted to comfort me i think. i dont even think thats me giving her too many human traits or qualities or anthropomorphizing her (i think thats the term for that? when you treat an animal like what its doing are human traits and qualities, like being motherly and needing to be comforted after things, ect) but i think that was genuinely her wanting to comfort me. after she laid her eggs and she got a soak she refused to go back in her tank and just wanted to cuddle. i think she needed that comfort too.

despite everything with science and research into beardies saying they have a very underdeveloped emotions part of the brain and thats why they cant experience complex emotions, i just. cant believe thats true at all.

COUNTLESS stories and videos of bearded dragons doing what rolly did when i was crying. of beardies having full black beards and stress marks until their owner calmed down. of becoming depressed when their owner is on a trip or gone for a while and refuses to eat or barely will at all until they come back, and they perk up immediately.

running to greet their owners, refusing to explore unless that specific person is there, trusting them more than others. comforting them and going to them for comfort.

when we went to the vet because we only had a small cardboard box with no lid i had to just carry rolly in, and despite a big dog barking and growling at her, she wasnt bothered at all and just stayed on my shirt. during the vet appointment when the vet was done checking her heart rate and such, she practically jumped out of his hands and ran right onto my shirt and just stayed there.

today i learned that rolly knows how to wipe food off of her face- she got some mango and before she went to lay on her logs (which she does after every single meal, its right below her uv light which does spread to her whole tank but the logs are right below it) she stuck her face into the gap between them and kept moving her head around until the mango stuck to her chin was wiped off and then she immediately went all the way up and laid down.

i dont see how they possibly cant be smart, at least for a reptile, or how they cant experience complex emotions or feel empathy.

as i said, i dont even think this is me giving human traits to her actions, i think that is genuinely what she is doing. i dont think im seeing this the wrong way becaue there really isnt any other reason for her to do what she did when i was crying- it was very close to the time her lights turn off and she knows that and never wants out that whole like hour before theyre turned off but she wanted to just lay on me so bad. and i saw those stress marks but they faded as i calmed down and collected myself.

i have never calmed down so quickly when that happens. when my emotions explode like that and i just cant comprehend anything i have never calmed down so quickly but it only took a few minutes. she was warm from basking, she didnt want to move at all, and she just laid there while i pet her. having that warmth on me and the texture from her scales let me focus on the positives, same with having her with me in general because oh my fucking stars i love this lizard.

im glad shes still pretty young. shes five, six this year i assume, and the youngest you ever really see a beardie die of age is eight so i likely have no less than three years with her. she has a good diet and is taken care of well so im honestly expecting her to make it much longer, shes very healthy, very active, she eats well and has good uvb, good temperatures, her tank is deep cleaned weekly and the accessories in it are cleaned whenever they need to be as well as with the rest of her tank.

bearded dragons are incredible. i want to get another one when she eventually passes, although i hope i have a very, very long time until that happens. rolly is teaching me so, so much about reptile care and how to handle them probably, both in terms of. actually handling them like picking them up and also just how to understand them.

id love to get a juvenile or baby beardie someday, they sound like a really good learning experience- difficult to adjust to im sure but also a very good learning experience.

anyways yeah. i absolutely cannot understand how bearded dragons could possibly NOT have complex emotions or feel affection and empathy and love. rolly is absolutely incredible and i love her to the moon and back and also please lmk if youd be willing to draw her in an art trade pleaseee <333

beardies are so so very smart, way smarter than we give them credit for (my favorite kind of creature- so, so smart but also literally so stupid i love animals like that), i want to study them when im older, and i do NOT believe they dont experience some kind of complex emotions and some kind of empathy

ramble over <3

#not kidding btw if any of you guys are willing to draw rolly PLEASE message me on discord #discord is cheddar_inq btw lmk if youre adding me and your username !!!! #i am very very willing to draw some art in exchange- i can do slugcats + rw lizards + mayybe iterators but not very well #i can also do cats / dogs / wolves / ect really any feline or canine #tbh just show me some characters i could draw or give me a few options and theres a very slim chance i wont be able to do any #i can do scavengers as long as youre ok with slightly wonky anatomy which is the same with iterators but #yk !!!!!! #bearded dragon #bearded dragons #beardies #beardie #rolly says hi #kit yips

[lavenderslabyrinth]

A Sacrificial Game

King!Dragon x Reader

Masterlist

This is my first post since deciding to kick off this new account. It’s rewritten from an old story I had posted on here long ago once upon a time. I hope you enjoy~

CW: ♢ Mention of Near Drowning ♢ Blood/Injury ♢ Abduction ♢

The coos of morning doves and the gentle brushing of branches against your bedroom window were quickly drowned out by the boisterous laughter and squabbling of your many siblings. Your attempt at trying to drown them out via the trusty quilt-over-head technique was quickly plundered as they burst through your sacred doorway. With energy only children can manage to conjure from the depths of hell at 8 in the morning, they jostled you around roughly, stealing away the comforting warmth you'd had. Surely, you'd thought, this was an act of merciless torture. Your skin prickled with goosebumps and, irritably, you managed to croak out a yip. "Ow! Off!" Your anger did nothing more than make them giggle as they lightly bruised you with their rough play. "Lemme sleep, dammit! Off! Get off!" Taking evident joy out of your misery, the damn gremlins only gave you a round of smug looks. They did relent, however it was truthfully only to avoid your flailing swats at their heads. “Momma said we ain’t eatin’ breakfast till you get up. So get up lazy" A chorus of agreements and more jostling only drew a strong eye roll from you. But, nevertheless, you shooed them off and sat up, groggily rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Normally they'd just eat without you, leaving the leftovers warmed in the oven to be picked at by whoever passed by, but today was a special occasion. It was your birthday. Normally birthdays were happy events full of gifts, smiles, and all things merry-making-- but this one was different. While the younger whelps scurried off to the old wooden table, none the wiser to the fate that you now had to face, a heavy weight hung over the heads of the adults in the house. The thickness of the air palpable as you stepped into the kitchen and saw the grim look on your mother's face.

The saying goes that a starving savage is less likely to ravage your home if you give it a single meal-- and such began the gruesome, superstitious tradition... Once a year, one unlucky village that bordered the human kingdom would be chosen to place the names of all it's unmarried, of-age residents into a box and perform a drawing. Whichever sorry soul was picked would be ripped away from their homes by the temple, never to be seen again. The nobility liked to call it one of the "highest of all honors" a commoner could receive. The common people? You call it human sacrifice.

At least, most of your people do. Despite that being so, the vast majority of the population feared the very notion of abandoning the ritual. Why? Because the entire purpose was to "sate the otherfolk's thirst for human blood." One sacrifice, one year free from their wrath.

Your skin crawled at the very idea of it all as you leant down, clumsy hands tying up the laces of your worn leather boots.

As a child, you believed every word that hung off of the elders' tongues down near the pub. The fascination and wonder of another terrifying world outside the kingdom's tall, stone walls ignited your naive little heart. But with age, it grew evident to you that they were no more than simple old widows and drunkards with nothing better to do with their remaining time than talk stories and scare little children with tall tales. How were you supposed to believe beasts, much less entire civilizations of them, would be satisfied by the blood of one person if they truly wanted to attack a meager village, much less an entire country? Who decided they even wanted that blood? It was an argument you’d tried to raise countless times with your village council only to have it shot down with a simple “Well the Chosen never return, do they?” It pissed you off to no end. It didn't even take two wrinkles in the brain to conclude that it was more likely the animals of the woods, the elements-- or worse, other humans that caused the sacrificed to meet their demise; but no point you made would ever change their stone cold hearts.

And as though your age wasn't enough to make this birthday sour, the drawing was to be held this evening. The irony of someone losing their life on the day of your birth was palpable. Taking your usual chair at the kitchen table, you noticed the way two of your brothers squabbled over the last roll. With spiteful retaliation, you plucked it from between them taking a slow, mocking bite right in front of their faces. Maybe next time they'd think twice before ganging up to practically assault you out of bed.

"(y/n)?" Your head snapped up to attention, meeting your father's gaze. "How are you feeling?" You swallowed the fluffy bread quickly shooting a quiet reply. "I'm alright. Would feel a little better if you guys would stop lookin at me like I'm headed to the gallows." The laugh you were awarded from him was dry, but it eased some of the tension in his weathered shoulders nonetheless.

"I suppose it is a bit stuffy in here for a birthday, huh?" Your mother piped up sheepishly, wiping her hands on the dishtowel that hung from a belt on her hip. "Say, why don't you go visit Alikar? Trade some of our tomatoes for a basket of peaches-- bring those back and I'll make a pie we can all have after the drawing, how does that sound?" The little heads in the room visibly perked at the idea of getting their grubby little paws on something sweet. It wasn't often you had the sugar for such things after all.

Dismissing the idea of having to attend the black box event, you gave her a gentle nod. "Sure, I can do that. Need anything else while I'm out?" You inquired, stuffing the rest of the bread into your mouth before your youngest brother could snatch it from your hand. "No, dear. Just finish your breakfast and we'll handle the rest."

After practically beating your siblings off the table with a stick to get your fill, you quickly washed up and plucked the basket from the floor. “I’m off!” You called, getting no discernible acknowledgement as the chaos in the house never ceased. No matter to you-- the pie would be well worth the trip ahead.

Uncle Alikar.

The man was a huge part of the reason you didn’t believe a lick of all that ‘savage otherfolk’ nonsense. As your feet scuffed along the well worn path, old memories bubbled up to the surface like froth from the babbling brook that ran beside you.

You were the eldest of your siblings which, consequently, meant that when you'd been a rumbling little runt there were no older kids to show you the ropes and your parents' first trial run at raising a whole little person. This always resulted in you tumbling headfirst into trouble, but one day it had gone a little too far. Your tiny body approached the ledge of the stream. The same edge you would use every summer to hunt tadpoles. But, unbeknownst to you, the soil that was far too saturated with yesterday's rain to hold your weight. Without warning, it crumbled beneath your little feet sending you hurtling down into the rushing waters below. The merciless current carried you faster downstream than your father could run and just when your little head was wrenched under the raging current, a large beast sprung into the water after you. Before you could even process what had happened, your little lungs were hacking up the water they're inhaled, the coughing doing little for the burn in your lungs.

At first it was all a blur, you could hear your parents shouting as well as another rumbling voice above you responding back to them. Your little legs dangling far above the ground as a muscular arm stayed firmly wrapped around your waist. Someone was... holding you? You blinked away the tears, looking up to be met with a mouth full of razor-like teeth, thick sopping wet fur, and bright, slitted eyes. Misunderstanding what was going on, you began to cry out in fear. You were absolutely terrified you were about to be eaten by the ravenous river monster your mother warned you about countless times in attempt to dissuade you from wandering near the water when they weren't watching you. Only when those large paws handed you off to your mother ever-so-gently did you begin to quiet back down "Are you alright now, sweetpea? Ol' Alikar didn't mean to spook ya. Poor thing." He was some kind of rakshasa or tabaxi, evident by the sopping tail that swayed in the water behind him and round, fluffy ears that tilted back with concern. Speaking of...

Your knuckles rapped against the wooden door, sending warm clunks into the cottage. It was a serene place far from the human village which was always surrounded by the sweet smells of fruit and scents of warm, freshly made bread. Not but a few seconds later the upper half of the door swung open and there, in all his striped glory, was Alikar himself. “There’s the birthday girl!” He greeted you, his smile full of sharp teeth. A sight that originally took some getting used to but was now synonymous with a second home. “Hey Uncle Al. Mama sent me down to get some peaches for a pie.” You raised your basket of tomatoes.

He only chuckled in reply. “Oh, I know, how else was I supposed to give you your gift?” His paw pushed the lower part of the door open, welcoming you inside-- the scent of herbs and butter wafting much stronger from within. Surprised, you could only follow dumbly after him at first, setting the basket down as you took a seat on his kitchen table.

“A gift? Since when do you have the extra funds to get me gifts?! Aren’t you saving for the wedding? What about--”

    “Would you hush, child?” He laughed, taking amusement in your fretting. “You’re still new to the whole womanhood thing, what do you know about adult troubles?” You gave a halfhearted growl at him but had no argument to fire back at him. Even though you'd been considered an adult in human standards for quite a few years, Alikar did have more experience than you in that department.

"You get onto me about my finances but I don't see you moving out of your parents' home yet." He teased, carefully unloading every piece of fruit from the wicker basket with care. "Don't bully me! I'm plenty experienced in other things!" You whined. Snatching one of the many apples he'd left unattended. The crisp sweetness did little to nurse your slightly bruised ego but the coolness of the juice as it dribbled down you chin quenched plenty other, more satisfying needs. "Yeah? And what would your area of foreign expertise be? Apple thieving?"

You glared at his back, cheeks tinting "No! Like conversation! And courting."

"Pah!" He scoffed, soft paws stacking the soft, pink fruit into a neat arrangement. "Much good your 'experience' has gotten you, I am the only one getting married here out of the two of us." Okay. Ouch. "And I converse plenty well, thank you very much!"

The afternoon passed with similar banter as you stuffed yourself with whatever fruits Alikar let you get your hands on. In the end he had given you a carefully carved wooden totem of your favorite animal, peaches, and sent you on your way. Whatever wood the little figure was made from gave a faint, sweet scent when wet with water. A bit ironic considering how you met all those years ago but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You had asked him if he’d have wanted to come and celebrate with you and your family but, regretfully, he had to decline. As charming and kind as he was, the path to your home was far too close to the village for his comfort and the idea of one of your acquaintances or friends coming to celebrate as well and reporting him sent the hairs on the back his neck straight upward. It was no secret the village wasn’t excited about strange, new creatures given the black box tradition, so it was doubtful Alikar would be in the public eye anytime soon, as unfortunate as that was…

   You didn’t realize how much time you’d wasted until the shadows began stretching longer, snuffing out much of whatever light the day had left for you. “Ah shit.” You mumbled. You'd definitely missed the drawing, and at this rate you wouldn't be able to eat sweets till the next morning. Speeding up from a mozy to a quick trot back up the hill was unpleasant to say the least, but damn if those thoughts of peach pie didn't motivated you to haul ass.

However, as you drew closer your eagerness was smothered.

Hunching down, you quickly used the cover of the thorny brush to peer out at the scene below-- The terrified cries of your siblings pierced through your chest.

“Where’s the girl?!” A man demanded, spear to your father’s throat and eyes unwavering as your mother pled, voice breaking with fear as her children clung to her skirts.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ bout.” Your father replied curtly, looking the assailant back in the face with matching fury and anger. “I've only got sons.” The hair on the back of your neck stood up. Only once before, in your entire life, had you heard such a chilling tone come from that man. You'd been no older than 12 when a suitor equal to your mother in age offered to pay a hefty sum for your hand in marriage. The cruel chill in his voice as he sent the man away stuck with you-- but it didn't seem like this scenario would have the same outcome.

“Have it your way.”

A pit knotted itself in your breast as your family’s pleas turned to screaming cries, the spear cutting into you father's shoulder without mercy. Everything seemed to move so slowly after that...

First, you'd prayed he'd give in, relenting your location to the angry mob that surrounded him-- but your father stayed silent. That same fury in his eyes unwavering as he stayed on his feet.

Second, you though, maybe, the crowd would believe they'd truly made a mistake. Maybe a (y/n) didn't live in this village. Perhaps they'd been mistaken-- but that hope was quickly snuffed out as the spear-wielding man reeled the weapon back again, poised to strike.

You hadn't even known what you were doing as you pushed through the thorny brambles. Didn't even register as your fingers curled around a plump peach from your basket. And certainly didn't realize the strength you'd shot through your arm as you slung the fruit straight into the back of the man's head.

The hard impact followed by the splatter of sweet juices dripping down his neck was followed only by a second of silence.

Then two.

Then three.

All heads turning in your direction....

Run.

It was nothing more than instinct as you dropped the precious wicker basket your mother had weaved to the ground-- Alikar's carefully nurtured peaches bruising in the dirt. You shot back through the thorns. Dress skirt shredding, legs practically minced as you rushed through the uncaring wild.

Everything blurred.

Heart racing, the sound of shouting, the thundering of feet right on your tail. It was so much, too much-- too soon. There was no where else you could go. You didn't even know where you were going. Run. Run. RUN.

And run you did, even as your calves burned and blood dripped down your skin, you flew through the woods in a desperate flurry. It was fruitless though. Your wreckless abandon being brought to a halt with a blistering pain that shot through your ribs. The last thing you saw was the sight of the ground coming right at you, and then? Darkness.

I was going to wait till I finished part 2 to post this part but I'm too excited and part 2 is about halfway written anyway :) Stay tuned!

pt. 2

#lavenderslabyrinth #teratophillia #monster x reader #x reader #monster fucker #dragon x reader #king!dragon x reader #forced marriage trope #fantasy romance #rewrite #teratophillia x reader

[foxwyrm]

about me ★

hi! im daniel, you can call me dan 🌿

i have many pronouns, but those i prefer the most are he/him and wy/wyrm. i am bigender and aroace, and also a furry

ive started this sideblog to explore my nonhumanity. im a bit new to the nonhuman community, and am still learning stuff!! currently the label i identify with is 'inhuman', as i feel partially human as well as animal. i identify as such due to the way being autistic has affected the way humans treat me, as well as for the animalistic traits ive always displayed. i am also cool with 'nonhuman' and 'alterhuman' as labels as well!

i identify very closely with dragons and red foxes! this a blog dedicated to discovering more about these identities

more about me under the cut! thank you for stopping by my blog :3 !

note : 'type/self drawing requests are closed! thank you all <3

🌿 interests

- cosmic horror and architectural horror (though i love all horror, these specifically i adore!)

- dragons

- marbles

- creative writing and literature

- birds and fish

- the man from UNCLE

- the phantom of the opera (book, musical, and other adaptations)

- sky: children of the light

- world war I

- irish reconstructionism

🌈 music

- wych elm

- florence + the machine

- AURORA

- odfellow's casino

- the monkees

- the beatles

- musicals (phantom of the opera, cats, les mis...)

- the dreams in the witch house: a lovecraftian rock opera

tagging guide ★

i'll do my best to tag consistently, but sometimes i forget or am too tired!

dan yips : posts made by me!

photos : photos i've taken

my art : self explanatory

requests : all of the 'type/self requests i've drawn!

fox : self explanatory

wyrm : i use 'wyrm' as an umbrella term for all dragons from the old english wyrm, meaning serpent or dragon! it is pronounced the same as 'worm'

taxidermy ; bones ; blood : self-explanatory

i will do my best to tag potentially upsetting content, but please understand i may forget sometimes!!

this is a sideblog! my main is @wyrmalien; i'll follow and ask from there :3

thank you for stopping by!! i'd love to become friends with people within the community so please dont hesitate to interact with me! im looking forward to all the things i can learn here. if you decide to follow, thank you for coming on this journey with me!

lovely photo dividers by youokaymilo , colour dividers by mamimikey ★

🌿🌈🌞 <3

#pinned #nonhuman #alterhuman #otherkin #therian #inhuman #therianthropy #fox therian #dragon therian #foxkin #dragonkin #otherhearted #dan yips #lots of tags to send this out into the ecosystem!

[anhay-hootenheimer]

Imagine having a relic installed in you against your will with a kobold Engram.

Like, you sit down at a diner to have a snack, suddenly the kobold materialises in the seat opposite to you.

Kobold: "Get the Dragon Nuggies."

Skubby: "I dont even like dragon nuggies!"

Kobold: "Skill issue, Yip."

Or you walk past a street vendor selling random trash and he has got a plastic dinosaur toy on sale. Suddenly the kobold materialises on the table next to it and points excitedly at it, Pogging.

Kobold: "Yip! Yip! Please you gotta! Dinosaurs are like, so cool!"

Skubby: "Man, I really dont deserve to be stuck with you! Im not gonna fill my place with random trash!"

Kobold: "Hnnnnnngh Dinos arent trash! YAP."

Skubby suddenly grips their head as if in intense pain. drawing curious eyes from the crowd. Tho as quick as they started grunted in pain they stop stand up straight and address the vendor.

Skubby?: "Yo, how much for the Dino, yip?"

Vendor: "20, ill throw it in for free if you buy anything costing a hundred or more."

Skubby?: "Hmmm yeah Ill uh take hat dragon painting you got there in the back too. Yip. And that decorative kobold plate."

Vendor: "Sure."

Skubby later on regaina control back at their place, the newly acquired, frankly garish looking items, now distributed around.

Skubby: "KOBOLD!!!!"

#skunk furry #kobold #shitpost #scaley #scalie #dragon

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 22 - Captive

Length: 1800 words Vore type: M/? oral vore, unwilling prey, digestion Fandom: None Other info: dragon/human, multiple prey, implied vore Summary: A well-fed dragon returns to his captive princess for some nice belly rubs. She does her best to think about anything other than what (or rather, who) is on the other side of those scales.

Princess Japhei flipped a page in her book, trying to shut out the sounds of a fight just down the hall from where her bed lay. Shouts of effort, a ferocious roar, the clash of claws against steel… she shook her head and groaned in frustration, staring harder at the story of a young man mysteriously transported to a realm of beasts and in the body of one. At one word, she squinted, tried to sound out what it might be, and ultimately just beckoned to the small lizard at the other end of the bed.

The scaly creature set down the tiara he had been polishing and crawled over to her. Japhei held the book open and pointed at the troublesome word. His slit-pupil eyes flicked over the page before landing where she pointed; soon after, he nodded. "That one's "deception,"" he said, "it means-"

Japhei cut him off with, pushing his head back with a hand. "I know what it means, Zechir. I just know it from speaking," she reminded him, "besides, when one day I am to take my father's place, I certainly can't hold a court without knowing deception inside and out."

Before Zechir could reply, heavy footsteps drew both of their attentions to the chamber entrance. Red scales gleamed and glittered in the magical torchlight, the pride of Arzenn the Ruthless. "You really ought to exchange that "when" for an "if,"" he rumbled. Though he bore scars from older fights, Japhei noticed he had no new ones, and despite his visibly full belly, there was no blood around his muzzle. The nausea she used to feel on realizing the implications of such details was barely present, and she wasn't sure how to feel about that. Still, she could at least be disappointed by the latest band of so-called rescuers; while she no longer awaited Arzenn's death, that they did not scratch his hide, let alone give him cause to kill them with claws and fangs indicated… substandard skills.

While Zechir had quickly prostrated himself before his master, Japhei remained reclined on the bed - but she did shut her book. "There are yet two weeks out," the princess pointed out.

Arzenn huffed, small wisps of smoke trailing from his nostrils. "And six weeks in, for a sum which small villages pay in three, and for but a baker's daughter. If your father's actions do not offend you, I shall be offended on your behalf." He strode closer to the bed, but laid on his side; as he showed off his belly, Japhei could see slight but sudden movement in his scales - he had not even simply battered the fighters unconscious, but overwhelmed them while they still remained in the waking world. "Both of you, attend me. Zechir, first set out a rug and cushion for the princess to sit upon."

The kobold yipped and quickly set about his task, but Japhei remained where she was. "And why, pray tell, should I?" she asked with a smile. "After all, you will not burn or even scratch me so long as your promise to return me in "fine condition" stands."

The dragon gave a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. "Must we go through this each time?"

"When they still draw breath? Absolutely. It is barbaric, and I demand some small measure of your misery for my own."

At this, he grinned. "Ah, but once unmoving, you've no quarrel?" By his side, Zechir leaned against his master's belly scales, pressing his hands into him.

The princess sat up and crossed her arms. "At least then, I may think of it as cattle sacrificed from such an aforementioned village. Not men of my own kingdom." She raised her book in one hand, waving it in a vaguely threatening manner. "Now out with it, or I shall simply return to my studies."

"You're better at negotiations than your father," Arzenn said. He spared a quick word of praise to an immediately-beaming Zechir, then addressed Japhei once again, "once these two weeks are up, you are mine to keep. You will no longer be a princess, and will instead be either food or a kobold - in title if not in body. Should you wish to meet the latter fate, such physical affection and digestive aid both ingratiates me to you to avoid an early death, and provides important practice for more frequent kobold duties." His stomach puncuated this with a loud gurgle, and a spirited Zechir threw himself against the dragon's gut; Japhei could not hear him but suspected he was purring.

With a sigh, the princess set her book down and stepped carefully along the deployed rug to kneel on the pillow. She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and pressed her own hands to his belly-scales. As usual, the dragon was hot to the touch - not painful, but far more than herself or any of her maidservants - and surprisingly soft, at least compared to the thick, tough scale armor protecting most of his body. She pushed one hand in, then the other, doing her best to simply focus on the movement, rather than-

Just then, she ran into some resistance, or rather, some resistance threw itself against her hands. It was faint, subtle, but for even that much to reach her, whatever poor soul was trapped in there must still have a fair bit of strength and energy remaining. Japhei had to keep her mind off of what was on the other side of those scales. "I can't help but notice you come from battle utterly untouched," she ventured, "this was not the case earlier in my captivity. Perhaps keeping me alive and a target has bettered your fighting skills?"

Arzenn scoffed at this, thumped the tip of his tail against the stony floor, and scowled at the far wall. "Bah," he grumbled, "the first one - Sir Avi or whatever - I had to kill to save myself from injury. The past few fights I ate or let flee depending merely on hunger or boredom."

The princess grimaced, even as she settled into a rhythm of kneading one hand, then the other, up and down. "And this cannot be the result of, as I put forth, a rapid increase in skills?"

"If I could treat such a fighter as Avi to such an effortless defeat as the trio currently in there-" as Arzenn spoke, Japhei withdrew with a shudder, "- well, I reckon I could walk through the entire kingdom, eating who I please, without fear of so much as a bloodied wing. No, little Japhei, anyone skilled at fighting is either otherwise occupied or has already fallen at my claws."

The red dragon's stomach growled again; Japhei did her best to pretend that all the movement she saw was its own, and once again she started to rub at his underside. It felt softer now, with less firm spots and barely any movement that the princess couldn't tell herself was just his body. "You surely cannot believe that," she said, "or you could simply fly back in and take my ransom ten times over."

Arzenn went quiet, forepaw to his chin, and stared off into the distance. "You will make a fine kobold," the dragon eventually settled on, "but the point of this is not in the having, but the getting." He smiled at her, displaying his fangs. "You saw my assault on your tower; do you not think it would have been easier for me to break into the royal vault? You are far more fragile than a pile of gold and gems- Zechir, control yourself."

Reflexively, Japhei turned to look at the kobold. Judging by how he'd wrapped his tail around his hips and now had his feet much further from Arzenn than when he was hugging the dragon's gut, she was quite glad she had not turned faster. Cheeks burning with an unwanted mental image, the captive princess returned to her task; luckily, by this point, naught of his… meal remained, so it was as though she was simply massaging him.

After some silence, she turned back to meet the dragon's eyes with an angry glare. Just as she started to say something, he turned his head and muffled a burp behind his paw. There was a metallic clang, and a steel helmet clattered out from behind his paw before rolling to a stop against the wall. "Ah, excuse me," he said, "I believe that means your job is done. You are free to remain, but I will not demand it."

Once she was able to tear her eyes away from the acid-worn and bloody helmet, Princess Japhei leapt to her feet, shielded her eyes from it with her hand, and climbed back onto the bed, quickly covering her head with a nice, soft, and, most importantly, opaque pillow. "I will NEVER get used to… to that!" she shouted.

There was a scraping of metal on stone, then an audible gulp from the direction of the dragon. She knew the grotesque sight was gone, but also very much did not want to think about it. "A shame, that," Arzenn remarked, "I'd hope you could learn, but perhaps I will have to assign you differently. Or assign you to my stomach more directly. For now, though… Zechir, remain guarding and aiding her."

Heavy footsteps once again reached her ears, this time diminishing. Then, smaller ones approached. The bed sank as the kobold climbed on and laid next to her, himself pillowless. "Hey," his voice came, "since it's us two again, do you wanna-"

"Not on your life, dirty lizard." Her words came out sharper than she'd intended, what with the visceral reminder of her citizens' deaths she'd just seen and participated in.

However, Zechir just laughed. "Don't flatter yourself; I'm not human, remember, and you don't have horns, scales, or even a tail." There was a bit more pressure on her head as the kobold leaned against the pillow. "I still want to hear what's going on in that story… and besides, it'll give you something better to think about."

Japhei sighed and pushed herself up, throwing the lizard off, then grabbed the book, pointedly making sure not to look at where the helmet had been. "I hope that ransom comes soon," she muttered, flipping through the pages to find her spot.

"I don't!" called Zechir from the spot on the floor he'd fallen to. "Because if it doesn't, either Arzenn will have another kobold he so definitely deserves, or I'll get to rub his belly again once he's gulped you down!"

Japhei glared at him, but he kept smiling, so she instead looked at the book. She pointed at the unfamiliar word once more. "That's "deception," right? Then I should be here…"

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[cheesy-eyelash]

I love all of the subtle atla references in the dragon prince.

Callum saying the boomerang feels familiar, the cactus juice drawing on a credits scene, Soren saying "yip yip" to get the dragon to fly, Aangs glider and Sokkas boomerang in the treasure piles of Rex Igneous. plus more that I've forgotten/not noticed.

it's such a small detail but I think it's so cool

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[eywaseclipse]

Converging Paths

Characters: My original character Tanywral, Quaritch, RDA recom members

Synopsis: My first ever piece for Quaritch. Never thought I would see the day! Tanywral assists during the train attack against the sky people with her clan members, and gets severely injured falling from the sky into the forest, Quaritch stumbles upon her dying form, perplexed with the idea of taking her hostage to get information but the young warrior sparks a change of heart in the frozen frigid mind of the Avatar.

Warnings: Blood loss, swearing, violence against Na’vi, racism against Na’vi 

Word Count: 3k

The smoke from the burning helicopter fills the sky with a smokey odor, as the humming of machinery invade your ears from above. You soar above the train tracks anticipating the blow any minute, waiting for your cue, with the sudden explosion catapulting the supply train capsizing it into the air. You yip your war cry diving into the action, with your people by your side destroying all the human’s cargo as part of the raid. You quickly draw your bow and release its arrow into the pilot of sky people heli. With perfect precision your arrow strikes the human in the heart. To your right Neytiri descends alongside you, “Ayeayeyayeya!” You’re careful weaving through the rounds of ammunition targeted at the air team, skillfully killing all sky people aircrafts just like you’ve trained for. Just as you strike your arrow into the engine of the ship, the loud explosion rips into the sky, the sheer force of the blow knocking you and your Ikran back by surprise. The velocity of the explosion hits you at an angle causing your body to launch off your beast and descend into the canopy of the forest so fast you barely register the event. The blow to your body happens in all but a blur as you’re hurled through the canopy branches. You violently fall through the vines of the flora and fauna, screeching in pain as your face is whipped by the wood of the trees. The sheer speed of the fall doesn’t ease as you finally crash onto the forest floor with a loud thud. Your skull begins to throb with pain, with your ears ringing loudly. Your vision blurry, you shake your head to make sure you’re still alive, the fall down the forest sending a shock throughout your spine all the way to your tail. Before you can register your state, a sharp pain shocks your senses right through your abdomen. Looking to the source, you see a branch poking through your flesh, the sharp wood lodged right under your ribcage making it hard for you to breathe. “Oh shit.” You release a small whimper. Your vision begins to spot, as you attempt to call for help on your neck comm. As you press your fingers to your neck you faintly hear the sound of twigs snapping close by. With just enough energy to turn your head to the source, your eyes make out a blurry figure in camo making its way toward you. As it appears closer, you see the physique of a male Avatar. Definitely not one of your guys, you can only assume that this alien is none other than the recom demons your leader Jake Sully had recently warned your group about. With the bloodshed from your wound, and exhaustion piercing your body, you attempt a pathetic effort to defend yourself. You slowly search for your dagger, fingers weakly gripping onto the end as your eyes begin to see stars. You make eye contact with the man now bending down at you eye level, as he curiously examines your weakened state. With no energy left to defend yourself, you succumb to the fact that you may be drawing your last few breaths, as your Great Mother calls you home. Your ears delicately twitch to the sound of his voice. “This is Papa Dragon, I have eyes on a hostile. I am taking in a high value prisoner. Over.” “Copy that, stand by for extract.” The man attempts to assess your injuries, as your breathing slows down slower and slower. “What’d they do to you kid?” Before you even attempt to hiss at the man, the sound of more voices occupy your senses, “Colonel, what is this?” “We got an injured hostile. I’m taking her back to base, see if we can get some information out of her.” “Look at it boss, it’s dying. No use. Just leave it.” “We can fix her up in no time. Come on let’s get out of here.” “Papa dragon we’re 2 minutes out. Be ready for extract.” Your vision goes black, as you reach a calm like state, feeling your body give into the urge to sleep, closing your eyes one last time before you meet your ancestors.

Quaritch’s POV

Quaritch and his blue team swiftly descend from the drop off spot, securely grabbing all weapons as they trek into the thick of the forest for signs of Jake Sully’s insurgency. The plush grass cushions his combat boots with the humming of the life around him invading his senses, as he takes in the sights of the lush flora and fauna around him. He and his team split into two groups as he continues to looks for any signs of Na’vi activity, when he suddenly hears the sound of branches snapping violently. He readies his AR, stalking the source of the sound, as a heaving blue form comes into sight. A Na’vi woman painted in colored markings lays in the grass covered in dirt and blood. As he gets closer, he sees she can’t be older than 25 years old. With a large branch lodged into her gut and blood seeping out she doesn’t look like she’ll last too much longer if she doesn’t get help. Bending down eye level he looks to see your face up close, as you attempt to bring your weapon to defend yourself. Your eyes show fear as he examines your wounds up close, realizing you wouldn’t be able to harm him even if you tried. An idea pops into his head as a way to get back at Jake Sully. If he took you in as prisoner you’d eventually give him the information he needed to the Na’vi base of operations. “This is Papa Dragon, I have eyes on a hostile. I am taking in a high value prisoner with emergency medical attention needed stat. Over.” “Copy that, stand by for extract.” He looks to where your breathing slows down, as you lose consciousness with the aircraft making its way over to the extract spot. Quaritch grabs your slumped body, slinging it over his shoulders, as he secures the line to where he and the rest of the team ascend into the air. With the team secured into the ship he finds a small make shift cot in the back to lay you on. “The hostile is unconscious due to blood loss, where’s the doc?” Quaritch inquires. “Medic here, we’ll prepare for emergency surgery. Collin get ready to extract the object.” The human doctor orders as he witnesses the humans sterilize their tools for surgery. Several hours later, back on the base Quaritch paces back and forth for the Na’vi hostile to wake so he can get his answers. “Boss, you really think she’s gonna squawk?” Wainfleet looks to him as they stand in the lab. “She will when I’m done with her.” 

Back to Tanywral’s POV

A faint beeping buzzes around you, the strong smell of chemicals assaults your nostrils feeling your nose twitch and wiggle. Your eyes slowly peel open, as the harsh light blinds your retinas. A small groan escapes your mouth, as you attempt to get your bearings straight. Another attempt at opening your eyes, the blurry objects come into focus. You’re in a small white room, loads of human equipment surrounds you as you see that you’re wearing a strange gown. Am I in hell? You think to yourself. You assess your environment, feeling a tug at your wrists. Looking down you see you’re cuffed to the medical table. Fear seeps into your veins as you realize just where you are. The branch from your gut now gone, you see a giant mirror to your left with distant chatter in the background causing your ears to twitch. The door to the room opens with a creak, as the same man who you saw in the forest enters the room. Your struggle to detach from the railing fails, releasing a weak hiss at the demon. “Hey whoah, no need for that shit kid. Cool it.” The alien brings his hands into the air in fake defeat as he chuckles at you. With ears now pinned in embarrassment, you’re no fool to realize it’s stupid to fight a man with bound hands. You carefully examine his form, wearing a fitted army tank, with camouflaged pants and big black boots. You notice his human like features; eyebrows, smaller cropped ears, five fingers, and smaller eyes. He suppose he is quite handsome even for a demon. 

He sits at the edge of the table as you glare to him cautiously. “We fixed you up a few hours ago. My team pulled out a branch the size of my forearm out of you.” He laughs. You speak fluent English, as most Na’vi do, but you’re not so sure you want to elude to that just yet. So you play coy. He watches you carefully, as you stare. “Listen kid, I’m not sure if you can even understand me. “We think you might know where Jake Sully is. Can you tell me where I find her?” You can’t help but snicker at his poor Na’vi. Causing him to furrow his brows with surprise. “Your Na’vi is shit demon.” He darkly chuckles at your response, and switches back to English. “I got a feeling you speak English, so I’m only gonna say this once. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Up to you kid.” Your ears twitch at his words, knowing the hostile environment is about to get much worse, you anticipate torture awaits you. Taking in a weak sigh you respond, “Then let’s get it over with alien.” In your thick accent. Quaritch just snickers, as he uncuffs your hands from the table, harshly gripping your arms as he guides you through the door. In the next room you see several more Avatar recoms standing around, as another human crosses her arms as if anticipating your arrival. “She say anything Quaritch?” One of the aliens inquires. You hear him just snicker as he brings you over to a foreign looking contraption. “What do you think?” The two men begin to strap you in to the equipment as you weakly fight them off, immediately failing. A larger strap is placed around your head as they place you into an uncomfortable headlock with a pair of goggles around your skull and face. Your blood runs cold as you watch them boot up the machine as it hisses to life. Your frantic eyes silently beg for release as you make eye contact with Quaritch, a slight twitch of his ears and quiver of his lip, he turns away letting the scientists begin their experiment. “Please.” You whimper out. “Shut up you blue monkey!” Wainfleet taunts you.

The large machine whirls to life, as the bright lights blind your eyes with a piece of the machine spinning around you. “Miss we understand you’re part of the Na’vi insurgency. We know that you know where Jake Sully and his team are hiding. My name is General Ardmore, and we will be getting answers from you today whether you are prepared to give them to us verbally or not.” Your stomach sinks knowing you are about to be tortured by the enemy. Your warrior training differs from human warriors but you know better than to concede. You would rather die than betray your people, and by all means necessary you will exhaust every possible way to prevent the demons from learning the truth. You close your eyes to prepare for whatever the machine has in store, slowly bringing your mind to a peaceful state, even with the thrumming of your heart in your throat you attempt to calm yourself. “Tell us where Jake Sully is. Just show us an image and we will know.” A blinding pain begins to assault your head, the sharp pang as if slicing your nerves in half. “Ah!” You hiss out, you try to thrash your body, struggling in the straps. Your eyes begin to roll back as a memory lights up on their screen. 

15 years ago the day Hometree was destroyed, 10 year old Tanywral POV

The two outcasts were bound to the stakes, as the loud engine of one of the mother ships gets closer and closer. Your leader Eytukan orders you and your people to fire at the demon ship. The release of your arrows barely scratching the hard metal surface. With the attempts of attacking the aliens, they begin to release their canisters of gas assaulting your eyes and nose. “Run to the forest!” Your leader orders you. That’s when the screaming begins. Each canister of gas thrown, the harder it gets to breathe. Your throat screams in pain as your eyes start to water from the pungent vapor. You scan the forest desperately looking for your parents and older sister. “Zetey!” You scream out in fear. You feel a large vibration coursing through the forest floor before you see it. Giant missiles hits your Hometree, one after another. Slowly you rise from the ground, gazing up to the tree as you hear the crack. As if in slow motion, the giant trunk starts to make its way down falling right above you. You gasp in denial as you strive to get out in time as you hear the cries in terror alongside you. “Tanywral!” A faint voice captures your attention. Your mother and father rush to you, as you grip her arm in relief. “Zetey!” Your sister runs to you as she tries to push you out of the way. The final blow of the missile causing the trunk to make contact with the ground with an earth shattering thud. Thousands of branches launch into the air violently whipping past your face scraping your skin in the process. A scream tears through the air as you look to see your sister flung to the ground. A giant piece of wood sticks through her small frame as you look in horror. Your father reaches down to scoop her up as you all run to cover as the flames erupt behind you all. The ashes from the incinerated wood fall into the sky in large flurries in the now ash colored atmosphere. The screams and cries of your people can be heard for miles, as you look around to see the bodies of the dead, wounded, and dying. Men, women, and babies all suffering in pain at the hands of humans. You lips quiver in fear, as you look to where your father sets your sister down. “Ma’ite!” Your mother screams grabbing her hand. The groans from your sister are gargled with blood as the wood punctures her lung causing them to fill with more liquid. “Ma’tsmuke.” She weakly beckons you over. You rush to her side, leaning over her blood ridden body as you cover your mouth in horror. The sobs erupt from your lips, causing you to hiccup as a result. “Ma’Zetey. Please don’t leave me sister.” You heave with fear. Your father takes your sister’s hands in her final moments, all but you anticipating her farewell. “Tanywral, you must be brave. Do not let fear guide your heart.” All you can manage is to nod, while your mother strokes her braids softly. “Dad I.” But she does not finish. You see her pupils dilate, as her hand slides out of your father’s with a light thud to the ashy grass. Your mother begins screaming in agony, gripping your sister’s head clutching her fallen first born. “NO GREAT MOTHER NO!” You cry alongside your father and mother, the wails of your people matching your parents crying over their dead child.

End of Flashback

As the screen fades to black, Quaritch feels a single tear trail down his cheek. The horrors of your memory invade his senses with an emotion he has never felt before; sorrow. You open your own teary eyes, and meet his gaze holding it for a moment. “Tell us where Jake is!” General Ardmore continues, as the machine keeps humming. Quaritch moves to the front as he slams his palm to emergency button halting the process of interrogation. “That’s enough!” He surprises himself with the sheer boom of his voice. The General slowly turns back to see him, as he looks back to your equally confused face. “Care to share with the class Colonel?” “General, let me try the more personal approach. I believe we’ll get your answers.” She eyes him up and down, slowly processing his words, then looks back to where you stay strapped in. He notices the small nose bleed trickling down past your lips, as his brows furrow with worry. “Alright Colonel, you got 20 minutes. You better get me those results.” He nods his head, as he watches the lab coats unstrap you from the contraption. You slump over their bodies and fall to the ground from the humans lack of strength to support your larger frame. With a large thud you meet the cold metal ground, Quaritch rushes to your weak form lifting you up, carrying you bride style. He brings you to the previous detainment room, placing you on the metal table once again. He knows you won’t go anywhere so he quickly grabs a glass of water. “Here kid, drink for me will ya?” He whisper gently. You barely register what he’s saying, as he brings his hand to the back of your head steadying your posture, with his other one guiding the cup to your lips as you weakly gulp. “That’s it kid there we go.” With a large gasp for air you bring your eyes to meet his. “Why are you helping me?” You mutter shakily. He isn’t sure he can even answer this himself. Just hours ago he planned to torture the living snot out of you by all means necessary. He’d do anything to get his revenge on Jake, doesn’t matter who needs to die in the process. But he’d be lying if he wasn’t affected by watching the horrors of your memory caused by him and his team 15 years ago. The memories from his human life implanted into his Avatar body, he feels the emotions of that previous man. But ever since inhabiting his new body, the influence of the forest began to take course. The confusion and guilt have since riddled his mind coursing through his veins. Daily bouts of self doubt and hesitancy to complete his mission. And now with the young Na’vi sitting in front of him, he can’t help but feel the stirring of emotions he’s never experienced before. “I-I’m not quite sure kid.” Your big amber eyes penetrate his soul, as he feels the sweat creep on his collar. He nervously swallows his spit, gulping loudly as your gaze holds strong. “I will die before I tell you anything.” You mutter. He sighs. “I know. Here’s what’s gonna happen, there’s an emergency button under this table that disables all locks, you’re gonna punch me right here.” He motions to his sharp cheekbone. “Then you’re gonna get the hell out of here. There’s a back door to the lab that only gets used for smoke breaks, you take a sharp right then bang two lefts and you’re out. You hear me kid? Don’t nod. There’s cameras in here. Hiss at me like I said something bad.” You take in everything he says, slowly understanding he is in fact being truthful. So you give into it. You violently hiss in his face, as he grips your arms. “Alright now!” You slam your fist into his cheekbone as he exaggerates his fall back, clicking the button under the table as he said. Red lights begin to flash as a female voice enters the room “Emergency. Evacuate in single file. Emergency Evacuate in single file.” You look to him one last time, as he gives you a nod. Confusion riddling your body, the adrenaline begins to overflow into your senses. “Thank you, demon.” You speak loudly over the voice. “Get outta here kid, before I change my mind!” He shouts. And with one last look, you make your escape back to your people. 

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[fenmere]

Dragon! *climbs you*

Weh!

By za way, do you have a personal hoard of kobolds? I met a kobold recently and she was all "dragon dragon dragon" and stuff.

Also!

*offers clam*

*is eminently climbable*

*one of our yinglets takes the clam VERY happily*

Oh, yes, we have kobolds.

Ours don't yip so much as chitter and chatter, snarl, snicker, and shout "konkly!", though.

They also seem to want to play rugby or something like it with the yinglets. Mentioning this, we may have just started an argument over whether they should use a rock or a clam for the "ball".

This is just what we have in our system, though.

I don't hoard beings, myself. I hoard homemade indie comic ashcans, coffee paraphernalia, and brush pens.

If the kobolds belong to anyone, it's probably Eh or Akailea, who are also their likely parents. Maybe Jenifer, though. We haven't really asked.

Thinking of Jenifer as Queen of the kobolds is definitely making several people, including Jenifer, quite happy, though, now that I bring it up.

Might have to draw that tomorrow.

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[meganwasbored]

The Dragon Prince Thoughts Season 4 Episode 7

-unless it’s been 20 years, no

also rayla looks horrified at the skeleton and callum is almost completely unfazed

-first time seeing each other in over two years and this is the conversation, typical sibling interaction

-YIP YIP

-I HAVE QUESTIONS

WHERE DID THE GEM GO WHERE DOES THAT PORTAL LEAD TO

-i gotta feeling that bag that got caught on the branch is gonna be important

-it was so refreshing watching them have fun for the first time in a while

-CRYING

-how was half this scene pitch black and still the most chaotic thirty seconds in the episode so far

-girl you literally have an elf boyfriend what’s all this about them thinking of humans like animals

-“i don’t think we have the same bone feelings”

-girl you lost your needy girlfriend privileges two years ago like fine you can go back out to the lava then

-the way he said that as if she actually would’ve done it right now

because after days of icing her out he decides sit her down and tells her about this very real fear he has showing that even though he’s mad about what she did he still trusts her more than anyone and instead of being understanding she acts like it’s the silliest thing she’s ever heard??? if callum never gets an apology for this and for everything else she did i’m actually gonna be mad

-i don’t want him to destroy the cube because it’s 100% gonna be important later but at the same time him not destroying it is a very bad sign

-viren: “i can excuse murder but i draw the line at transphobia”

-STOP PUTTING SOREN THROUGH ALL THIS TRAUMA I MEAN IT

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[leafytaffy]

So basically I found out I assign animal qualities to Everhood characters a lot

Gonna make a list of the characters and what animals they are in my headcanons; as in literally or traits they have based off said species

Pink: wolf. Wolf Pink is a wolf to me it even works thematically like. Chasing a rabbit. The misunderstood “big bad wolf,” something demonized by everyone yet is actually not in the wrong. Yeah. I need to draw them with pointed ears and a tail more but they have fangs even so. But! They also can purr! And yip like a fox when excited or wanting to call Rasta from far away!

Rasta Beast: It’s just canon they’re a unicorn but I also love to think they make chuffs and roars like a tiger <3 they also give off a lot of large dog energy, hell, Rottweilers were and still are the inspiration for how I draw them! Also such malamute energy in their design as well

Brown Mage: bear bear BEAR. BEAR IN THE GAY SENSE AND ANIMAL SENSE. Big fat hairy guy!!!!! Also sits in their cave alone eating and eating, like a bear (the animal)… I also draw them with some badger like qualities as well, but nothing aside from being human originally explains their long, luscious, wavy hair that probably has mats and knots and hasn’t been washed or brushed in eons

Shopkeeper: a snake! Specifically a hognose snake! Mainly because of the head shape, but also because it sorta fits with their profession as a florist/gardener as hognose snakes are known to burrow!! I can imagine them digging a hole to plant some flowers by using their snout, hehe..

Blue Thief: oh man. This little guy is purse dog coded. But getting into specifics, Blue was probably once an actual gnome! How they ended up the way they are now is… gruesome, though. They defected from their mage status by ripping their gem out. Of their forehead. Kickstarting the memory issues. Then a ton of surgeries trying to fix them that ended up botched, getting worse and worse until nearly nothing inside could be salvaged, leading to their body being scooped out and stuffed. Blue is just a living plush/taxidermy, their limbs lock back in place via their bones, but their skin still has to be sewn together again. I got off topic though, animal traits I think they have is a whole hodgepodge of stuff. They purr and make biscuits like a cat and have the same climbing ability, they have cheek pouches like a hamster, paw pads for general stealth, and fangs like a cat or dog. I love my little dog-cat-hamster-raccoon-hedgehog thing that is Blue <3

Green: if you’ve seen my art you know I see Green as a bird. Green just has that messed up bird energy + they have the claws. I feel like they were once human, but then began to transform into a bird-like monster via the gem’s influence. In the end though, they now look the way they do thanks to tearing their original body to shreds… Poor Green will make nests out of three race cars and some dice, like a pigeon. Will also purr and coo like a chicken (and also do warning/threat squawks like one too)

Purple: unlike Brown and Green, they started as a furry, a goat to be specific! Purple was a goat person about to be sacrificed, until they found Everhood, and unfortunately taken in by Gold Pig with the promise of power and shelter. Over time, they have transformed due to the influence of the gem and the magic they performed. Now, they are some sort of void-like creature with only tentacles that serve as a body and limbs, mostly comparable to a jellyfish.

Zigg: hairless cat <3

Muck and Flan: these guys have such salamander energy tbh. Feed them worms. I love drawing them as big goo dragons like Goodra which is one of my top 3 favorite Pokémon <3

Reese: I don’t headcanon them as having any animal traits, but I do think if they were an animal they would be a horse.

Noseferatchu: classic vampire, but because of a lot of general vampire headcanons I have, Nose is a big leech guy pretty much! Bring back leech vampires leeches are so cool and one of my fave animals </3

Vampire Kid: still a leech but has some bat traits as well!! Used to rock themselves to sleep as a baby hanging upside down like baby bats do…

#Everhood #headcanons #man this is long

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[sekhisadventures]

Azure Lights in the Winter Sky

The Azure Archives, Midday

Leza’s eyes were wide as she stared around the snowfield, seeing the massive arcane crystal in the center and the stream of energy shooting up skywards from it, several circular platforms suspended in midair around the fountain of power.

All around it were the members of the Blue Dragonflight. Kalec’s attempt to reunite their flight had been a success and though saddened as they were by the passing of Stenagos, the rest were ready to rejoin their kin with but one exception.

Given what Nelen had heard of that dragon, he did not blame them. He too knew the beauty and peace of Pandaria.

“Its just… I’ve seen arcane stuffs before, but… Nelen does it always look like that?!” she asked, watching the surging energies before her.

“It will to you now. Its different once you become a mage Leza.” he replied. He had promised to bring Sekhi’s sister to the Azure Archives as part of her training as a mage, and because the archives were just that, an archive of books and other texts which he knew would get the young vulpera’s interest. Nelen had never really expected to have an apprentice, but he was taking his duties as a teacher seriously with the young vulpera.

“Its just… I see… potentials.” she whispered, “Like… I could just reach out ‘n shape it into…. Into anything…” she said in an awed voice as she extended her arm… then yipped as she stumbled back as a crack echoed through the area.

Nelen winced and made a gesture, dispelling the rest of the energies. “Caaaaaareful apprentice. Its always a temptation to draw from an energy source like that, but you need the proper preparations first. You take a bucket to a well, you don’t just jump in yourself.” he warned her.

Leza nodded, shaking her fingers. They weren’t injured, but it had felt like a strong static shock. “Mn… r-right… yeah…” she replied, blushing. “Sorry Nelen, got a little… yeah…” she murmured.

Nelen chuckled, “I almost did too the first time I came here, and I’m far older and more learned than you are. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It shows your desire to learn how to use your magic Leza.” he nodded in understanding.

A bit further up the path was an elven woman in the red and gold robes of a magister, a set of three glowing icy spheres floating around her head and a dagger and tome at her hips. She had come to the Azure Archive to learn what she could about the Dragon Isles and the energies that could be manipulated there… and she had done so in order to eliminate someone very specific.

Nelen didn’t notice her though. Lots of sin’dorei came to the Archives, and he hadn’t seen her before… but if he had looked close he might have remarked on how similar she looked to his friend Samantha. Why… they could have even been sisters.

A bit further away, Samantha herself was helping the Tuskaar sort out another attack by the Rothide gnolls. While many of their number had been defeated in a rather successful raid on Brackentide Hollow some time prior, their leader had escaped and was still guiding the others from the shadows.

While the members of Avalon and Savage United would often team up for such tasks, Samantha was an expert on stealth and surprise attacks and thus preferred to go it alone more often than not… though in her case she was never truly alone.

“I do not sense any others nearby Samantha.” said the voice of Annulus in her mind, the void entity’s thoughts echoing inside her head.

Sam nodded, wiping off her daggers very thoroughly. Ren’dorei or not, who knew what she could catch from those rancid things. “Mmm… well, I’d say that takes care of this outpost.” she nodded, surveying the damage. Really the gnolls had done most of the work.

Samantha had slit a few throats, carefully gathered a bit of gnoll blood, then poured it on the blades of some of the other gnolls. A trick from Annulus to heighten their anxiety and a few passable gnoll grunts from her of ‘He kill him!’ and ‘Him killer of gnolls!’ and the like, and half the outpost turned on the other half. From there it was just sit back and watch the chaos, then pick off whoever survived.

Some people didn’t like just wholesale slaughter of the gnolls, and if it were a different tribe then Sam might agree with them, but the Rothide were fully under the sway of their mad Decatriarch and at this point there was little that could be done. Even if they could convince them otherwise Sekhi had examined a couple bodies and said quite plainly that the elements couldn’t undo what had been done to them. The power of Decay was really all that was keeping some of them alive anymore, without that their bodies would fall apart. They were practically undead of a sort.

“Well, I guess that’s that then. We were going to meet up with Nelen after he got done with Leza’s tour of the archives and go on patrol to make sure Jeem and Laurelgosa didn’t miss any Irontide, lets get moving Annulus.” she nodded as her hair-tentacles flicked a bit, a portal to the Telegos Rift opening as her voidstrider walked through. Sam mounted up and clicked the reins, then headed off.

As she got closer however she noticed the area seemed colder than it should… the void elf slowing her mount and looking around. “… hm… feels extra chilly… just like that day… Annulus?” she asked.

“I do not sense anyone nearby Samantha… but you are right, this weather is not natural. Something is amiss…” they warned.

The void elf frowned, dismounting and sending their mount back through to their home base in the Void, then drawing her daggers. “It could just be some Primalists… Fyrakk is running wild, but that doesn’t mean the other two aren’t up to something…” she murmured.

“This is possible, yes… but…” her tendrils twitched again, moving akin to a tongue lapping at the air, as if tasting it. “There is arcane energy in the air, the Primalists would not use that.” she warned.

Samantha’s eyes darted around, her grip on her daggers tightening, “… it could just be the Azure Archives, we aren’t that far from them now…” she pointed out.

“No, this was shaped with intent. Samantha, I fear your sister has returned… but… I cannot sense her presence anywhere. That… should not be possible. The Dreadlords and Dissonantia have that power, but even a sin’dorei magister… and one who specializes in elemental arcane…” replied the void entity.

Sam’s eyes darted around, the rogue going into a crouch as she held her daggers ready. “… right, enough of this. Alalestria! I know its you!” she shouted, “You got your damn necklace back! What more do you want?”

From behind her, a voice whispered in Samantha’s ear, “… your head.” it hissed, as cold and icy as the deepest winter’s storm.

Sam spun around and slashed with her daggers, seeing Alalestria for a brief second… and then knocking the head off a snow sculpture that wasn’t there a moment before. “Annulus!” she snapped, “Where is she?!”

“I… I do not know! Samantha, look around us!” came the reply.

They were standing in a field of snowmen… each one a perfect sculpture of Alalestria’s form, complete with her robes, weapons, and crown.

Samantha stared, keeping her daggers raised, “Okaaaaaaaaaay, this is… disturbing. Alalestria was always a prodigy, but she could never do THIS…” she muttered as snow began to fall in thick white flakes.

“Things change Sam’ael.” came the reply as a salvo of icicles shot out towards her arm! Annulus shouted a warning just in time for Samantha to dart out of the way and she threw a throwing dagger… which embedded itself in one of the snow sculptures.

“What the… the spell came from right there! I know when someone is shooting something at me!” she insisted, but the only thing that was at the right angle for it was the sculpture she had hit! Alalestria was still hidden!

The snow was falling thicker now, turning the horizon white and causing Samantha to shiver as Alalestria’s voice came from everywhere and nowhere. “You are an aberration that should not exist, an elf corrupted and twisted by the Void, a threat to Quel’thalas and the Sunwell. On my honor as Head of House Wintersky Sam’ael, you will die this day!”

Sam looked around in a panic as the snow sculptures began to move, raising their hands in a spellcasting gesture…

“Shit…” she whispered as all of them let fly at once with a flurry of ice bolts!

Back at the Azure Archives

Leza was pouring over a tome of draconic lore, grinning ear to ear as she read through the records left by Malygos on some of the more amusing cantrips the former Aspect of Magic had uncovered before Deathwing’s betrayal had driven him to madness as Nelen chuckled at his apprentice’s excitement… then he hesitated as he looked up.

“Leza, did you just feel that?” he asked, someone was channeling a LOT of arcane power nearby.

Leza looked up from her book, cocking her head, “Feel what?” she asked, then she yipped as her fur stood on end. Without the distraction she definitely did! “WOAH! Y-yeah! What is that?!” she asked.

“Someone is drawing directly from the Azure Archive! Why aren’t Kalecgos or the other blues stopping them?!” he asked, taking his staff and running outside. “Leza, stay here! This might be dangerous!”

He got outside and in an instant he saw why. The archive was covered in huge blocks of ice, a dragon sealed inside of each one! He stared in horror, looking around, “Arcane magic... it can’t be a Primalist, but who is doing this?!” he gasped.

Then he looked up at the platform surrounding the arcane torrent, and saw a lone figure there, channeling…

Back on the path to the Archives

Samantha had shadow-stepped just in time, the storm of ice just barely missing her. “Shit shit shit! Which one is the real one?!” she gasped as the snow copies looked around, trying to spot where she’d disappeared to… but none of them thought to look up in the trees.

“Samantha! None of them are! I cannot sense anything but arcane energy from any of them! Your sister is not here!” she warned.

Sam scowled, looking around, but the storm was so thick now she couldn’t even tell which direction was which anymore! “Annulus, we need a way out of here! Can you open a voidgate or something?” she asked.

“No… the storm is creating a dimensional wall… Your sister planned well Samantha, this was meant to counter both your talents and mine.” she warned.

“Found you…” hissed an angry voice as Samantha looked down, then grimaced. All the snow-copies of Alalestria were looking directly at her…

She dove off the tree just as a massive boulder of ice landed directly ontop of it, smashing it to splinters!

The Azure Archives, that very moment

Nelen swore as he landed on the platform, seeing an elven woman channeling as snow and ice swirled around her, a triumphant smile on her face. “… run as fast as you can… cannot escape me…” she whispered.

He looked out where she was looking and saw a huge stormcloud centered over the path towards the archives, then back at her and glared. She was using the power of the archives to attack someone on the path!

“I bloody doubt that’s a Primalist or a Rothide she’s after. The Blue Dragons would have helped her willingly if it was…” he growled, and the growl grew deeper as fur grew all along his body, his face lengthening into a lupine muzzle as he transformed into his worgen form.

As he did however he heard a voice next to him. “Yeah! Whatever she’s doin’ we gotta stop her!”

Nelen looked down as he saw Leza standing next to him, his eyebrows going up. “Leza?! I told you to stay back!” he barked.

Leza winced, “Sorry, but… I could feel that! Its so cold its like yippin’ Northrend! … or at least what I heard Northrend is like…” she admitted.

Nelen looked back at her, frowning. She was right. The barrier she had was pure ice and arcane, he wouldn’t be able to break that… but…

He glanced back down at her. “Leza… I need you to do something… I need as much fire as you can conjure, thrown right at her. Destabilize her and I can force her casting to end… but I need an opening.” he nodded.

Leza looked up at him, then back at her, then whined softly. Using her magic still scared her. “Um… I… I dunno Nelen, it might go crazy again…” she said.

“Its okay Apprentice. If it does just use the spell in your bracers. We need to move quickly!” he gestured to the storm, “She’s using the power of the Archives to attack someone on the path, lives could be at stake!” he warned.

Leza looked back to the path, her ears folding back, then raised her arms. “I-I’ll try!” she yipped. “… okay… breathe in… reach out… feel the power… shape it… guide it…” she whispered as flames flickered at her claw tips, then began to spark and swell into a baseball-sized blaze… then a cannonball… then bigger.

Nelen took a step back as the heat began to get intense, the frost on the platform starting to melt. “That’s it apprentice, just a bit more…” he glanced at the elven magister, but she hadn’t even noticed. She wasn’t paying attention, focused entirely on her casting. After all, the dragons were all frozen! Who could stop her now?

“NOW!” roared Nelen!

Leza shouted wordlessly and threw the massive flaming sphere at the elf! It struck her barrier hard and while it didn’t destroy it the woman inside stumbled, going rigid!

The Path to the Archives

Samantha dodged and ducked around another salvo of ice and snow as she tried to outrun the storm… but no matter where she ran all she saw was Alalestria’s sneering visage. “Run as fast as you can Sam’ael!” she taunted, “You can’t escape me this time!”

Sam was beginning to agree. Her legs were aching, her ability to step through shadows all but spent, and the area around her was a disaster. Huge craters left by frozen comets and trees with massive puncture marks from icicles…

Then suddenly the snow-copies all stumbled and cried out, looking to their right in shock. “WHAT?! WHO DARES?!” they shouted in unison.

The Azure Archives

“I dare!” snarled Nelen, raising his claws as he focused the ambient arcane into them, his body crackling with pure energy as he thrust his hands forward! A burst of unravelling erupted out of them, slamming into the magister as she screamed in pain, her spell EXPLODING into fragments around her!

Alalestria stumbled backwards, glaring at the worgen and vulpera before her. Nelen raised his claws in a spellcasting gesture as Leza tried to mimic him as best she could. “Who are you?! What is the meaning of this?!” he demanded.

The woman sniffed in annoyance, “Stand DOWN worgen! I am Lady Wintersky, and I am addressing a dire threat to Quel’thalas! You will stand aside and allow me to deal with the matter at hand!” she demanded.

Nelen’s eyes narrowed, then he growled low and angry. “… so, you’re the one Samantha was talking about… Oh I know all about you, Alalestria Wintersky…” he snarled, stepping forward.

Alalestria raised her dagger, “So, you are one of that little mutant’s allies? Then you’ll meet the same fate as them!” she snapped as ice and snow swirled around the blade of her spell foci.

“Leza! Fall back and call the others! Whoever you can rouse! We need them to come here IMMEDIATELY!” he shouted as the vulpera nodded and turned, running off the platform as she made a gesture. One of the first spells she’d mastered was Slow Fall, and she had gotten quite good at it. As she floated to safety Nelen stared down the sin’dorei magister.

“I used to admire your family Alalestria, until I found out what your father had done to my friend. Using such techniques on a helpless child, utterly abhorrent!” he snapped.

Alalestria scowled, “Sam’ael should have THANKED us! We were trying to cure him of the Curse of Azshara’s Folly! Instead the ungrateful brat became a thief and an embarrassment!” she retorted, “I will deal with you, worgen, and then I will deal with him!” she shouted as a blast of ice and snow erupted from her dagger. It was similar to a Cone of Cold, but far bigger and filled with jagged icicles!

Back Along the Path

There was a loud shattering sound, and suddenly Samantha was standing in a field of immobile snow sculptures, the stormclouds scattering above her… “… okaaaaaaaaaay, not complaining, but why?” she asked.

“Samantha! I sense her! Your sister is at the Azure Archives, and I can feel Nelen’s aura as well! They are fighting each other!” shouted Annulus.

Sam frowned, “Oh like fel…” she growled, then broke into a sprint. The archive wasn’t far now, and she could make it on foot quickly enough.

The Azure Archives

Nelen roared and slammed his hands forward as his Mirror Images mimicked him, a wave of arcane power erupting forth at Alalestria who blinked right around it, countering with a storm of icicles. Each of them empowered by the Archive’s presence as they were, it was becoming quite the show. Explosions of arcane power met blasts of ice and snow as the two mages dueled.

“Why are you trying to kill Samantha?” he demanded as he countered another spell, unravelling it before Alalestria could fire it off. “You got the necklace back, isn’t that enough?!”

“It is none of your concern worgen, but do not think that Quel’thalas will forget this slight! King Greymane himself will hear of your actions!” she retorted.

Nelen snarled and blasted out another wave of arcane power, “And Lord Lor’themar will hear of what you did to the Blue Dragonflight! Do you think Silvermoon will tolerate your attack on the dragons?!” he demanded.

“A necessary evil! They would not allow me to tap the archives, so I sealed them! They will not be harmed, it will wear off once I am safely off the Isles!” she shouted back, sending a wave of cold surging his way.

“All of this for some asanine sibling rivalry?!” he barked, raising an arcane shield just in time to block the worst of it, though it still frosted over his robes. He shook them clean and snarled, “There is a bloody giant dragon corrupted by shadowflame on the island and you’re focusing on your estranged sibling?! Are you MAD?!” he shouted.

“I do not expect you to understand!” she snapped, conjuring a wall of ice just in time to block Nelen’s retaliation as a blast of arcane power smashed into it, cracking the wall all the way through!

Nelen growled, then grinned, “Maybe I won’t need to…” he smirked, and Alalestria hesitated…

A moment later she blinked away just in time to dodge Samantha’s daggers in her back! The magister reappeared several yards away as Samantha raised her daggers, looking over her sister’s new accessories. “Nelen! Be careful! Those orbs, dagger, and book are new! She didn’t have those last time and Annulus says they’re practically PISSING magic!” she warned.

Alalestria smirked, “Indeed you little aberration… behold the power promised to the true Heir of House Wintersky!” she shouted, drawing power directly from the arcane eruption of the archive to conjure an ice spear… then another… and another… and another… and another… until there were no less than four DOZEN circling above her.

Nelen stepped back, his ears folding back. “I… can’t counter that many…” he whispered to Samantha.

“Yeah, and Annulus says she’s not even using half her power right now…” she whispered back.

“We need someone else… but the others are all in Valdrakken!” he growled, “They won’t get here in time!”

“Yeah… but…” she shuddered, her tentacles trembling, “Who…” she whispered, her voice seeming to have an odd stereo effect suddenly.

“… I believe I can answer that…” came Annulus’ voice… and Nelen looked up, then looked around.

“Who said that?!” he barked.

Sam’s shadow seemed to darken, then suddenly it shot out under her, going past Alalestria… and in a burst of darkness Samantha was standing behind her and infront of her! Except the one behind her was made of pure blackness, like a mannikin sculpted of liquid obsidian!

The shadow-Samantha lashed out with it’s own daggers and Alalestria screamed in pain as the spell broke, the icicles falling to the ground around her and shattering! She looked behind her, then let out a strangled cry and blinked away as the shadowy apparition turned to stare at the real Sam.

Samantha raised her eyebrow, “Wait… Annulus?! Is that you?” she asked.

Her doppelganger nodded and she thought she could almost make out a grin before it suddenly vanished.

“That should be enough…” she said in Samantha’s mind. Sam glanced at Nelen, but it was clear the worgen hadn’t heard that one.

Alalestria glared, but the attack had surprised her more than anything, the spells woven into her armor protecting her… but as she prepared a counter attack the air between them rippled apart into a portal and a blast of lava erupted out of it!

“YOU’D BETTER NOT HAVE HURT MY YIPPIN’ SISTER!” shouted a loud high-pitched voice as Sekhi leapt through it, followed quickly by Nitika, Edwood, Zhan-min, Shalandrae, and Jaie.

“Sorry Nelen, we’re the only ones who were in Valdrakken when Leza called for help!” said Jaie with a glance over her shoulder at him as they spread out between Alalestria and her allies on the platform.

Shalandrae shifted into her bear form and let out a defiant roar as Zhan-min readied his maces, elemental energy swirling around them. Nitika focused on Nelen and Samantha, using An’she’s power to heal any injury they’d taken, as Edwood smirked and raised his hands, wreathing them in felfire.

“Yeah, I remember you… you’re the one who attacked Sam that day! You must be that sister she told us about!” shouted Jaie accusingly at Alalestria as Sekhi’s fur bristled.

“You… you’re th’ one who did all that to her?! You’re yippin’ awful!” she snapped, her flute already in her hands. The elements weren’t compelling her to use the sandstorm today, but she was ready to unleash all she had against someone who’d hurt her friend so badly regardless.

Alalestria scowled, “Hmph! Bring all you can! Even with this many you cannot stand against the might of a magister!” she retorted, raising her hands again to conjure another spell.

At that Edwood chuckled, “Oh lassie, we ain’t th’ ones who’re gonna sort ye out…” he sneered, “None o’ us are mages ‘sides Nelen 'n his little 'prentice… how do ye think we opened a portal here?”

At that Alalestria hesitated, looking worried suddenly as she glanced around.

“The one who'll deal with ye is too big ta use a portal, but he can get 'round pretty quicklike when 'e wants to, just needed someone ta keep a troublemaker busy. Aye, we’re what ye’d call… a distraction.” he chuckled as a shadow shot over them all, and a massive shape swooped down low.

In truth, there was one blue dragon Alalestria had missed, because he hadn’t been at the Archives. He was in Valdrakken for a meeting with the Aspects.

… because he was one of them.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” came a tremendous roar as a massive blue dragon hovered next to the spire of energy, it’s gaze focused on Alalestria. “ANSWER ME, NOW! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FLIGHT?!”

Alalestria grimaced, stepping back. She could handle adventurers… but this… this was WELL beyond her power!

Sekhi grinned at her, “That’s riiiiiiiight! When Leza told us where ya were ‘n what ya did, we went ‘n told th’ Archive’s boss on ya!” she taunted.

Flying before Alalestria and looking quite angry with her to say the least, was none other than Kalecgos, the Aspect of Magic and leader of the Blue Dragonflight!

Alalestria broke out in a cold sweat and slammed her hands together… then paused and did it again, then again and again… and then she looked up at the dragon. Kalecgos’ talons were glowing with arcane power, the dragon countering her teleportation spell every time she tried to cast it.

“No, you will NOT leave until you undo your spell and explain your actions!” he demanded, the air beginning to solidify around Alalestria.

The elf glared at Samantha and took an object out of her pouch, slamming it hard into the ground before her! There was a tremendous flash of light that even Kalecgos had to shield his eyes from, and when he opened them Alalestria was gone, a series of footprints suggesting she had fled on foot towards the flight master’s perch.

“She’s trying to escape! AFTER HER!” shouted Nelen as Kalecgos took flight, the others running towards the edge of the platform! Shalandrae flew down to the ground in her bird form as Nelen cast Slow Fall on each of his allies and himself, the group leaping down to the ground and rushing after the magister!

By the time they got to the flight master however she was gone, a giant mana wyrm just barely visible on the horizon. Alalestria was fleeing with all haste, the magister not foolhardy enough to risk the wrath of an entire dragonflight and it’s aspect now that her actions were uncovered. True she had frozen the blues, but she had expected to be back in Silvermoon City before Kalecgos had discovered this!

“Gone…” rumbled Kalecgos as there was a swirl of arcane energy and a moment later a half-elven man with blue hair and eyes stood there… “But I saw her face and felt her aura. I will send word to Lor’themar and start a formal investigation as soon as I return to Valdrakken.” he nodded, “But with her gone, how will we free my flight?” he looked back at them, looking concerned.

Nelen shivered as his fur receded, the mage returning to his human form. “I wouldn’t worry about it Kalec. During the fight she said the spell was woven to break once she left the Isles. They should be freed as soon as she teleports.” he nodded as a sudden crunching of snow made him look over.

Leza was running up to the group, her tail wagging excitedly. “That was amazing!” she chittered, “You were both like BOOM and FWOOSH and then the dragon was all ‘RAWR’ and…” she grinned.

Sekhi giggled at her sister, “Yeaaaaaaaah, it gets yippin’ wild sometimes.” she nodded as Kalec chuckled at the young vulpera.

“You were the one I saw on that clever little gemstone weren’t you?” he asked her, “Thank you for the warning… Leza was it? You have the gratitude of the Blue Dragonflight for your help at stopping her.” he nodded.

Leza blushed brightly, her ears folding back. She could tell that this man had the same aura as the dragon, and even though she wasn’t close enough to see Kalecgos transform into his visage she could tell they were the same person. “I-I mean… Nelen is my yippin' teacher, didn’t wanna have him fightin’ alone… had ta tell someone…” she chittered.

Kalec nodded, “A dutiful apprentice indeed…” he smiled, “Well, all of you are welcome at the Archives any time you wish. Consider this an open invitation from myself.”

As he said this there was a faint cracking sound, and their heads turned as, one by one, the ice covering the other dragons began to shatter and several confused voices were raised as the rest of the blue dragonflight was freed from their temporary captivity.

Samantha nodded at that, then thought to herself, “(So… Alalestria can suddenly freeze an entire dragonflight solid… not a ton of them here sure, but… how the fel did she pull that off?)”

From inside her mind a voice replied, “I do not know Samantha. Those tools she had may well be part of it, but there is something more… those spells she used were unlike anything I have seen before, and I have seen quite a lot.”

Sam shook her head, letting out a small sigh, “(Great, so even with her damn trinket back she still wants me dead, and now she’s some sort of super-powerful mage… at least we know Kalecgos scares her.)” she frowned, then glanced to the side and smirked, “(So… since when could you actually make yourself a body like that?)”

Annulus replied, “Since approximately twelve minutes and forty-five seconds ago Samantha.”

Sam grinned, “(Good to know…)” she nodded.

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[islandofsanlunaria]

I still love

I still can't free myself (from your words)

On that day, in that place (time froze still)

How long has it been (since I couldn't see you?)

Even though I hold out my hand (it won’t reach you)

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Whumptober Day 26: More Then A Simple Headache

Summary: Written for Whumptober Day 26. Post-RttE, Pre-Httyd 2. When ice and snow come to Berk, it means Hiccup's home will be covered in boobytraps he cannot see. And that means the occasional accident cannot be avoided.

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless, Stoick

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 1 397

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Concussion

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: Definitely a lighter Whumptober submission, probably more h/c than actual whump. But I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

Enjoy

Ao3

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The hit is instantaneous and so is the pain in his skull. So are the worried rumbling and the gasp that follows his fall. It briefly becomes black before his eyes and Hiccup doesn't make an immediate attempt to get back up.

"Oh no, Hiccup! Are you okay?" Much like Toothless, Astrid is a witness to Hiccup's fall and comes over to help him back up to his feet. There's a smile on her face, though he can't tell if it's out of sympathy or slight amusement or both. Probably both.

"Stupid ice, stupid prosthetic." Hiccup mumbles under his breath as he takes Astrid's hand to get up, rubbing the back of his head as it pounds.

"Wow, I guess your hair isn't as helpful as I thought it'd be." She teases and wipes the snow off his person.

"Oh, making jokes, are we? Didn't think you'd take enjoyment out of my pain." Hiccup responds, dusting himself off. Toothless hovers around him, circling him and crooning.

"I'm-I'm okay, Bud. That was just a little embarrassing, is all." He tells him and pets his nose, though his pounding brain would like to disagree. This is why he doesn't like the cold. Everything freezes over and when you get as much snow as they do, you can't always see the patches of ice until your pegleg slips on them.

And it happened in the middle of the village, too.

"Ah, happens to the best of us, lad." A Berkian man tells him and claps him on the shoulder as he passes. Hiccup gives him a friendly smile, though it does nothing to lessen his embarrassment.

"He's right, this can happen to anyone." Astrid agrees and then watches him appear to taste something funny, his brows knitting together.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I bit on my tongue." Hiccup replies, tasting the uncomfortably metallic tang of blood on his tastebuds.

"Today is not your day, is it?" Astrid wonders out loud.

"Not my day to take a walk, apparently." Hiccup replies, resisting the urge to spit out the blood in his mouth as he continues on his way.

"You don't want to go by Gothi for a second? Have her take a look at that?" Astrid suggests as she follows, Toothless rumbles in agreement as he walks by Hiccup's other side.

"For something as trivial as that? I don't really see the point. Besides, what skull is thicker than a Haddock's?" Attempting to divert their concern elsewhere, Hiccup jokes and pretends like a hellish throbbing isn't currently knocking on the back of his head.

"A Thorston's is. And we don't say that you have thick skulls, we say that you are thickheaded." Hiccup gazes at Astrid in overly exaggerated offense.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Hofferson! You can't just go around insulting my entire clan like that! All two of us!" Astrid laughs and Toothless speaks up.

"Toothless, Bud, stop agreeing to everything she says."

As they walk away and push the incident to the back of their minds, a Terror by the name of Sharpshot lands on the spot where he'd just seen his human friend fall. He'd been in the area when he saw it happen and he needed to take a look.

He sees that he's right, that his eyes aren't deceiving him, as he notices tiny specks of red on the frozen ground.

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Hours later, Hiccup sits at the dinner table with his head in his hands. The pounding inside has gotten worse throughout the day and he's begun to suffer from the light. Every time he just looks at a torch there's a sharp pain behind his eyes.

A block of ice drops on the table, making him jump.

"Ah, sorry, son." Stoick apologizes and comes to sit on the opposite side of the table.

"So what manner of trouble were you in today?" He asks.

"Trouble me? Since when?" Hiccup asks in return, already squinting in the dim light of his home.

Sharpshot jumps down from the rafters and makes a fuss on the table.

"Sharpshot, off the table! Hiccup!"

"Sharpshot, we don't have any leftovers for you, Buddy." Hiccup picks the Terror up like a cat and places him on his lap.

Feeling misunderstood, he starts yipping at Toothless instead, who raises his head in question from his spot by the fire. He murrs back and gets up, understanding the little one's plight. He trods over to Hiccup and starts sniffing his hair.

"Toothless, what're you doing?" Hiccup asks, drawing away and holding the spot he'd hit earlier.

"Hiccup, how hard did you fall this afternoon?" His father asks, probably having heard about it from someone else because why would his son tell him anything?

"I didn't hit the ground that hard." Hiccup tells him, but Sharpshot and Toothless both disagree as they protest.

"Your dragons seem to think otherwise," Stoick states, their reaction not lost on him.

Not finding any way to dispute that, Hiccup instead holds the back of his head quietly.

"And I noticed you've barely eaten. Feeling sick, do we?" So that about the leftovers is clearly a lie and Hiccup hadn't missed the way his stomach churned with nausea.

"It's not a big deal!"

"Clearly it is. Gothi should still be up at this hour, you're paying her a visit." Stoick decides and already gets up from his seat.

"Oh, I don't want to bother her at this hour," Hiccup speaks, watching his dad march towards the door.

"You should've thought of that before you decided to be stubborn." He tells him and grabs his cloak and Hiccup's furs.

"Oh great," Hiccup mutters and leaves his chair.

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The next day, Hiccup still lies in bed late in the morning on Gothi's orders. He has only just woken up, but still feels just as tired as the evening before. Toothless lies in bed with him and is taking up the majority of the space. The dragon's head rests on his shoulder while Hiccup lies on his side.

He's looking up at Astrid through tired eyes as she leans against the post near the stairs to the ground floor.

"So what did she say?" She asks with a knowing, but still sympathetic, smile.

"Concussion." Hiccup sighs. Astrid nods to show him she heard him, barely fighting the smugness she feels.

"You want to tell me "I told you so"?" Hiccup asks, able to read it off her face.

"I do, but I won't." She says and approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed on what little space he has left. Hiccup watches her sit down, but then he closes his eyes. The candlelight on his bedside table might not be bright enough to hurt, but the pounding still demands that he not see a thing.

"How bad is it?" She asks, leaning on a hand.

"Bad enough that Gothi wants me to stay in bed?" Hiccup attempts to turn onto his back before he answers, but Toothless' size doesn't allow him that much luxury and so he has to settle for this.

"In that case," Astrid says and decides to divide Hiccup's space by half as she comes to lie in front of him.

"Oh come on, Astrid." Hiccup groans in dismay, but does take her in his arms.

"Don't you dare groan, I know you don't entirely oppose of this." She scolds him, pressing her ear against his chest.

"That's a really long way of saying that you see this as an excuse for a nap and you're not taking 'no' for an answer." Hiccup retorts. Doesn't matter if his head pounds or not, the sass must come.

Astrid laughs, but doesn't dispute that. Hiccup opens his eyes again, his concussion not stopping him from gazing at his girlfriend. Toothless' snoring fills the silence.

"Good night, Babe," Astrid tells him, not blind to the fact that it isn't even midday yet, and Hiccup nods to show her that he will in just a second. He takes a lock and puts it behind her ear. He does like having her here.

But then Hiccup closes his eyes to get the sleep that he needs. Not even half an hour later, Hiccup is asleep with his head on Astrid's chest. Astrid is still awake and running her fingers through her boyfriend's hair absentmindedly. She's content staying like this for a little while longer.

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