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This is basically just a funky creature design concept.
I'm planning to act on the idea in the future.
Please click it for ♡better quality♡ it's easier to catch the details that way.
Details below the cut, if you're intrigued.
The tongue of the dragon shown in the sketch is quite literally a parasite, which overtook the body of an already dead dragon to be its host.
The parasite resembles a mass of slick black material, which fills up its host to control it more efficiently. But the start of control begins when it grows around and into the brain of its host. It almost always targets creatures that are already dead, preferably recently.
It uses the host to hunt for prey, which it then consumes. If hunting is not an option and starvation is imminent, it'll decompose its host for energy over time.
In later stages, the parasite isn't very apparent in its host, when it has overtaken the body competely. The movements of its host are often erratic and jerky in earlier stages due to incomplete/underdeveloped manipulation of its host's body.
The parasite can't produce any noises from its mouth.
These animals are common for it to select as a host:
• apex predators
• animals in the canidae genus (ex. wolves, foxes, dogs)
• animals in the felidae genus (ex. panthers, lions, house cats)
• dragons (given that this isn't exactly a "realistic" world I'm working with, and the animals listed above have evolved to coexist with other species like dragons without dying in two seconds flat)
I might update this later. Feel free to use this in an A.U. or idea, as long as you give credit.
Accidental Destiny Mini-Masterlist
pairing: dragon!Seonghwa x afab!reader
genre: fantasy, fluff, angst
wc: 17.9k+ (ongoing)
warnings: based on How To Train Your Dragon. canon compliant violence. mentions of character deaths. description of injuries. might have smut or suggestive undertones in the future.
summary: Having hated dragons since you were a kid, you want to avenge the deaths of your parents by bringing down the beasts that have ravaged your village for centuries. What happens when you get the chance to bring down the worst of all dragons?
Inspired by this post
start date: 1 March, 2023
end date: tbd
update schedule: a mess (like all my fics lol, there is a taglist for the fic, please send an ask to be added!) Permanent Taglist (Open)
One: Night Fury
Two: North Star
Three: Star-Crossed
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not killing the villain because “we wouldn’t be any better than they are” is out. it’s boring. it’s been done before. telling the villain that you’re gonna kill them. that even if they come back, you’ll kill them. if they change their name and their form, you’ll kill them again. without any meaning or reason is IN. it’s fun. it’s fresh. it’s innovative.
These Flower Lamps Bloom When People Stand Under Them
pro lifer blocked me on twitter for asking this but if embryos have souls, and then they're aborted, exactly how sapient are they in the afterlife? Are they forever doomed to float around with no thoughts in their heads? Is it like just animal intelligence like a little happy goldfish? Do they still have an embryonic form? I've always seen an assumption that child souls are still in child form so I guess so. Do the other people in the afterlife keep abortions as little pets? Will they stay in a fishbowl or are they too stupid + intangible and float right out again?
This is a really lovely short series and takes a really cool perspective on Parrish.
Take to time to give it a read, and don’t forget to let the author know what you thought and reblog it so others can appreciate it.
Thank you SO much to all my new followers, and everyone who liked my Parrish Stilinski-Hale headcanon.
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“Oh come on, it’ll be just like an exchange program.”
Derek sets his glass on the table and levels his son with an even look usually reserved for his mate.
From his left, Claudia snorts unhelpfully.
“Don’t be an idiot, idiot. It’s nothing like an exchange program.”
Whoever said siblings have each others’ backs was obviously an only child. Talia, looking up from her homework, smiles sweetly.
“I think it’s an awesome idea.” And then, before Parrish has a chance to feel properly grateful, ruins it with: “I get to go too, right?”
Well, there went that.
“It’s not a vacation,” he says evenly. “And you’re both too young.” Then, back to his papa (who’s leaning back in his chair now, arms crossed and silently skeptical) “I’ll just be there for a few months, I’ll stay under the radar, won’t get involved in any major events and I won’t let anyone know who I am.” And then, more eagerly: “I’ve been studying time travel theory for the past year with Deaton—“
“Which I told you was a waste of time, didn’t I?”
He had, repeatedly. But as one of only two humans in a family constantly bombarded with the supernatural, Parrish had made it one of his major projects from a young age to learn as much as he could about spells and magical theory to help out. Wolves have a lot of advantages on humans, but a grasp on magic definitely isn’t one of them.
His papa always grumbles that he’d inherited way too much of his dad’s investigative genes, but there’s always a smile in his eyes as he says it.
Now he turns to his dad for help. Stiles Stilinski-Hale had been hovering behind his husband’s chair since the start of the conversation, a vaguely amused, contemplative look in his honey-brown eyes.
He had shifted forward even as Derek leaned back, their body movements adorably in-sync as always. Even now he reaches out to caress Derek’s nape soothingly as his expression goes taut with tension.
“Honestly, Der, I’ve been kind of waiting for this for a while.”
Derek rolls his eyes, leaning back into the placating palm.
“So have I. So I can shoot him down.”
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I've been playing a lot of Fire Emblem Engage and had a brain worm set in the Fire Emblem Heros verse. So have a small drabble
Pragamtic!Reader, isekai, angst, talks of war, reader is bitter and angry, open ended
Being the summoner was hard, not the summoning part but the war planning part. You were no tactician, even when you had played the game it had been a case of over leveling and auto battling. Another thing was the game, or rather being in it. Fire Emblem Heros had been a fun pass time where you got to look at attractive anime people and coo over the kid units. They were never real and failure in battle had no consequences. Here though they did; and you could tell no one the truth of your origins.
It was isolating but you tried your best to push past it, to do your best for them all and the characters you'd loved so dearly. But despite the many daydreams of meeting them, and showing them your kindness they didn't see you the way they did in the game. You suppose it was your fault, maybe suggesting biological warfare wasn't a good idea. You hadn't even mentioned anything deadly just spreading a flu through the enemy ranks to get an upper hand.
That had not been the right call, nor had been the idea of various traps or the use of carefully placed explosives to funnel the enemy while on the battlefield. To you the ideas felt pragmatic, it was war and lives were on the line on all sides. But the group was the order of Heros not the order of fight dirty to win. Though you didn't see it as winning so much as surviving.
You weren't completely alone in the ideas you had. The 'darker' units had agreed with you, war wasn't won by playing fair; time and time again the enemy had shown the ideals as well. But Alfonse and his sister never caved. At this point all you were was a way to bring bodies to the battle. You didn't get a say on the battlefield, instead you just summoned heros and watched from the sidelines alone.
It had been anyway, until one day when out of desperation you were brought in because of Hel's undying army. You had been reluctant and snippy thanks to how you'd been viewed in the war room before but this time they listened. Despite their discomfort at the less then savory tactics they tried your plan. It worked too. The fight went from kill the enemy to disable the enemy. From fight fairly and with honor to survive. This shift in attitude kept everyone alive.
When Hel was defeated you were praised as a hero. Suddenly everyone had always agreed with your ideas. It should have made you happy. Finally they were accepting you like your daydreams, but instead all you felt was bitter. You realized you couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't be their hero summoner, you'd gone from loving the characters to hating them.
You left that night leaving the summoner's coat and Breidablik on the table of the room you had called your own. You didn't bother with a note, you doubted they would notice you gone until they needed new people to fill their ranks. You had expected the journey to be one of solitude and you didn't know where you were going either. But as you slipped out of the castle you were stopped. A few of the darker heros whom you'd managed to become friendly with, who had supported you stopped you and told you they were coming with.
Solitude was hard and you knew without someone to fight for you you'd be dead, so you welcomed them and your journey deviating from the plot of the game began.
Unbeknownst to you and your group your absence was noticed rather quickly. Alfonse and Anna had come to your room to talk to you, apologize for their behavior and most importantly try to make things right. Finding your things there and no sign of you sent them into a rush to find you. By the time they realized you were gone the consequences of their behavior hit them. Yes they had lost the key to their victory, but they had been so callous they'd driven away someone they had summoned and used. They had thought you wrong with your underhanded plans but it was war and you had been *right*. They just hoped they could find you alive and make things right.
Supernatural x Soul Eater
In Crowley's demonic soul, after righteous blood, the embryo of a human soul began to sprout. Now Crowley seems tasty to other demons. This only adds to the madness...
Castiel's soul has a diameter of 300 meters, but can shrink to human size. Has wings. In fact, Castiel is his own weapon.
The purple layer of Crowley's soul is an inheritance from his witch mother. Crowley - layer cake
Bon appetit, angel
Virginity and virgins were once terms of power, strength and independence, and women who turned down advances were used to be describe as goddesses who were immune to the temptations of men and sexuality.
