Servant of the Gods

Rio Amar. Student, Egyptian, Dragon. [Indie RP blog.] "We have a legend, in my family. About Ra, the sun god, and a human woman who worked on the Earth below. My family say that Ra was so enamoured with her and how strong she was, how she defended the honour of the Gods, that he gave her the power to transform into a dragon. She mated with one of his own personal dragons, and her offspring spread out across the world. She served as a guardian for all her life, and is supposedly still in the sky kingdoms, working alongside Ra. And when we finish our life on Earth, we go up to work alongside her. Kooky story, huh?" [thread tracker]

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Kitty Pryde was no expert at this whole ‘mutant’ thing. It was nearly a few weeks since she came to the X-men mansion and she still couldn’t this whole phasing power to actually work in her favor. And it didn’t help that everyone around her was telling her, it takes time to control your power, or ( her absolute favorite ), it’s not as easy as it looks. Kitty could roll her eyes at the end of that one when the boy who was younger than her figured how to control his flying ability the day after he got to x-men mansion. So Kitty tried, tried, and tried again to control her powers. 

But her powers had a mind of their own and it annoyed her to her wits end. When she wanted to go through a wall, her powers decided not to work for her, resulting in a lot of headaches. But when she leaned against a wall, with the intention of staying there, she phased through the wall and she found herself half in one room and half in another. The poor girl in the dorm next to her learned this the hard way when Kitty phased through the wall by accident and ruining her painting. Kitty couldn’t the grease paint out for days in her curly hair, people thinking that she dyed her hair in blue, pink, and green. It was safe to say that Kitty had any control of her powers. 

So when the boy in her class, who liked to light people on fire with his abilities, challenged her and bet with the other boys in the class that she couldn’t do anything right, naturally she had to prove him wrong. Now, as she prepared herself to go through the wall, the boys behind her snickering, she silently prayed not to face plant into the wall and for her powers to work. Don’t go into the wall, don’t go into the wall. She chanted into her head as she sprinted towards the wall with her eyes close. As she felt her feet land on soft grass and her face not screaming in pain, she popped her eyes open to see that she safely made it outside. She jumped in circles with an excited yell, before realizing that there was someone right there next to her. She turned and grinned sheepishly. “Oh, hi. Sorry. I didn’t mean to scream your ear out…” 

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The little shapeshifter had no idea what was in store for him at the school. He hadn’t yet really come to terms with - well - anything, so he was absolutely terrified. And the very last thing he expected was a very high pitched girl to appear - through a wall - then start yelling and dancing around next to him. Taking a couple of steps back, Rio nervously fiddled with the edge of his cheap t-shirt, staring at her with wide gold-brown eyes. When she spoke to him he blinked owlishly, too nervous even to smile.

After a moment of building his courage, Rio swallowed shakily. “U - um. It’s okay.” he mumbled, looking at her and then back up to the wall she’d managed to go through. “Did you just - did you just walk through that?” he whispered, Ohio accent showing through clearly. He didn’t realise that mutant school was - well. Right up immediately in his face with the whole ... people doing incredible things. He bit his lip.

“They said I need to go talk to, um, to the professor?” he said, pulling a letter from his backpack with shaky hands. “I need to - um, to enrol...” he twisted the paper in his hands, looking up to the immense, imposing building once again. “I’m not sure where to go.” his voice was almost inaudible now, shaking with terror. Just like the rest of Rio was shaking with terror.

[heartofapep]

To say that he was scared was an understatement. The last year had been a whirlwind for Rio; his mom had died, his father had skipped out on them, and he’d ended up with an aunt who clearly didn’t want him - and thought he was an awful creature. And now ... here. He swallowed hard, looking up at the large, beautiful manor house in front of him.

The dragon shifter had only recently heard about mutants - when they’d come to get him. As far as he knew, he wasn’t - having known about his family, all the way back to Ancient Egypt, being able to transform into dragons. That wasn’t how this worked, right?

The thirteen year old boy fidgeted, almost trembling in his fear. The place might be beautiful, with immense sunlit grounds, the beautiful house, the sounds of other kids running around, but - he didn’t feel like he belonged here. He missed his parents. He just wanted things to go back to normal.

[heartofapep]

// highkey side-eyes all the Charles blogs come to me my children come play with my interesting smol son

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Mutant Verse

v; heritage

Rio doesn’t know that he is a mutant, thinking that his dragon form is different - after all, it travels in his family. When his Aunt kicks him out, however, he is discovered and taken to the Xavier School.  His mutation is very unique in that the same mutation has been passing through his family since Ancient Egypt. Although he doesn’t know it at the time, it’s very possible that En Sabah Nur was responsible for enhancing one of his ancestors, under the guise of Ra.

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@dxntwantyoursuffering​

    “I might do yes, who did you hear that from?” He was curious, not many who weren’t mutants knew about the school being one for mutants, so he wanted to know where he had found out about the school.

“I, uh.” he grimaced and ran a hand through his hair, looking at the other nervously. “I’ve been staying off the grid for - for awhile.” he’d been living wild, hunting. It was clear with his messy clothes and hair. “But I saw. On the news, on the papers. And I thought my family ... might be wrong. Um.” he ducked his head a little, feeling nervous in this space. He was amazed he’d gotten this far in.

[darcylewis-moved-deactivated201]

is anything not real these days?

@heartofapep

Darcy had been on the road for about two weeks now. First she’d visited her family in Chicago for a few days, and then she just kept driving, visiting old friends all over for a day or two, and enjoying her new found freedom. She’d left Jane behind in New York, safe and sound at Thor’s side, surrounded by a bunch of new toys that had made her inner scientist weep with joy, and Darcy roll her eyes with a fond smile. Darcy had decided that she needed to get away from all that crazy - scientists, explosions, agents and massive egos. 

An hour ago she had passed through some small city - though she’d already forgotten the name - picked up some food and kept driving. She was following a road through the woods, and it seemed like she was the only one travelling today, although it was barely lunch time. A sign announced a small park not too far, and she followed the road. She saw a few families when she parked her car, but with the weather this good, she would have expected many more. She walked - her food in her bag - until she reached a small pong next to a big field, a bit away from where most people had made their place.

There was no bench or anything, so she just flopped down on the ground, eating her lunch while watching ducks swimming around in the pond. It was a bit too quiet for her liking, but in the last few days she had started to get used to it.

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He'd been doing well at avoiding busy places recently. The downside of that was that he was desperately craving human company, missing being ... a person, really. He was playing a dangerous game, moving close to the populated area of the park whilst he was hunting. Moving through, in pursuit of a rabbit, Rio was remarkably good at it. Despite being such a long creature, he had the advantage that he didn't have to have all four paws on the floor - he was sort of ... floating, a bit. Off the floor as he moved after the rabbit. Then the stupid creature breached the treeline and dashed out into the open. Rio lunged after it, long head moving forward like a snake, snapping his teeth shut on it and throwing it back whole like a crocodile.

Then he looked up and realised he was in plain view, five feet of golden dragon poking out - and there was a young woman, sat on the other side of the water. Extremely visible. Rio felt panic rocket through him, alarm widening his eyes. He stopped 'flying', dropping to the floor, and turned quickly. He found it hard to walk backwards because his body was so long, so he had to go back on himself, zipping into the woods and his tail flicking out behind him like a dolphin's might - showing just how long the dragon was. Idiot, idiot! What could he do? Run into the woods, fly off - no, it was broad daylight. He couldn't fly away from here. And he was too hungry. Shift back to a human? A young man, dirty clothes, ragged features? No, no, no! He'd been stupid, so reckless...

[heartofapep]

// You know what? Fuck this pretentious bullshit. Seriously. It’s fine for people to insult the character I’ve been writing for almost 12 years because there’s no such thing as a good OC, apparently?? People are allowed to mock me, push me away, ignore me, or straight up tell me I’m a bad writer when I’m on my oc, but if they interact with me on my canon, they’re sweet as pie? That’s fine? But if I call them out on refusing to RP with my OC - when they KNOW WHO I AM - when they know I can write - have complimented my writing - but when I’m playing my original character that I’ve been developing all this time, they are totally fair to say they won’t write with my OC purely because they’re an OC -  but me calling them out on the pretention? that’s ... that’s out of order, huh?? good to know.

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THIS BLOG WILL NEVER BE ‘MUTUALS ONLY’.

I may be selective, I may be sporadic, but I promise that this blog will never be mutuals only. Always feel free to contact me to discuss plotting. This does not mean you are guaranteed an rp with me. It just means that I will always be open to consider writing with people that I haven’t followed back!

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@twxlightbeforedawn

                 “Rio!”    While the once-dragon had tried to    maintain his cool, Twilight Sparkle    was having absolutely none of it    when she opened her castle doors.

       Violet eyes went wide when she    saw her friend, and she was quick to    squeal and draw the poor pegasus    into a hug that could rival even Pinkie    Pie’s severity.

       “I can’t believe you’re back!   It’s been so long– where did you go?   No- wait- I don’t care, I’m just really   happy to see you again!”

The pony chuckled quietly, flapping his wings automatically, hovering up a few feet in the air. He was a little bigger than most pegasus stallions; probably a side effect of what he’d originally been. He laughed and then wheezed as he was tugged into a tight cuddle, a grin still on his features as he hugged the alicorn back. 

“I went wandering.” he admitted, ears twitching upright, still  grinning. He dropped back to the floor with a clip from all  four hooves landing, and made to follow her inside. “I, uh,  still get that urge from time to time. And I don’t get attacked when I visit other pony villages, which is pretty nice now.” he laughed again, dark tail swishing slightly. He looked  around at the castle as he came in. “Your castle still looks delicious.” he commented,  casually, “Not being able to eat gems any more is uh... weird.” a lot of things to get used to, being a pony.

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@youreblindright

He hated being in New York, even on the borders here in Hell's Kitchen. Being close to these people, close to the high-risk area ... Rio really didn't want to be here. But he was hungry, he desperately needed more money, he needed to get out of the city, get food, fly away. Seeing a small, shabby looking bar with 'Josie's' on it, Rio threw caution to the wind. Get a cheap drink, ask if there were jobs going, get out of the cold for a bit - he was in tatty jeans and a white tee shirt, not exactly cold weather New York clothes. Slipping into the bar, Rio pulled his few notes out of his pocket, going up to the bar. 

"Um, hey." he said, nervously, to the barmaid. "What can I get for ... two bucks?" he gave her the money, smiling nervously as she clonked a drink down in front of him. He wanted to ask if there were jobs going, but this lady was scary as hell looking and Rio clenched his jaw, deciding against it.

[heartofapep]

“But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.”

― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

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[heartofapep]

“I can change without eating,” Rio shook his head slightly as he spoke, “But it’s difficult to be in this shape when I do. I get hungrier far, far easier,” he sighed slightly and looked back up at the sky. “It’s flying that I need the energy for,” he murmured, “and I can’t breathe fire if I haven’t eaten, either. I’m not sure why. Something to do with the gasses I produce, probably,”

He was grateful, though, of course he was. At the last question, his tailtip twitched, the plume of fur moving. “Get out of here.” he replied, simply, “I can use the storm as cover, try to get out of New York, find somewhere I can hunt. I won’t be able to resist the storm, anyway.” he licked his lips, whiskers twitching and moving in the breezes. The wind was picking up. Raindrops began to fall, lightly, and thunder rumbled distantly. Rio gave a shiver that ran down his whole body.

“Do you still need me to take you back to the tower?” he asked.

[speedyavenger]

He considered what the dragon said. In a way it made sense, but it still seemed strange to him. All of it was crazy. Then again, he was standing in an alleyway with a living, breathing dragon. Life had proven that it was strange, indeed. 

He felt the first touches of the rain and frowned. Well, there would be no running home now. Walking would be unbearably slow, but it would have to do. He didn’t really have any other way. He wasn’t going to Stark’s tower, but to the training facility miles outside of the city. In the middle of nowhere, and the speedster didn’t have a car. He glanced at Rio and saw the shudder that went through his long, sinuous body and raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you sure you won’t drop me?”

[heartofapep]

Leaning in with his nose only a few inches from Pietro, he made a show of looking the speedster over. "No. I won't drop you. You don't look that heavy, anyway." shaking his head, Rio crouched slightly - not super necessary, as he was only four feet tall at the shoulder, but still. "Sit on my back, ahead of my shoulders." he told Pietro, eyes sparkling, looking up at the sky again. "I'm strong, trust me. Hold onto my mane." the bones made a pretty natural saddle position, and although it wouldn't be super comfy for Pietro, it worked. There was a thick mane running under anyway, to give some cushion on his backbone. "Don't worry about hurting me, because you won't." and the dragon waited for his friend to climb aboard. Well, 'friend' was probably not the right term...

As it was, claws dug into the dirty concrete under him, waiting. Waiting for his chance to rocket up into that cloud cover. "And remember, I'm not a horse. I might act a bit..." he trailed off, swallowed. "I might do unexpected things. So just hang on tight, okay? You'll need to give me some directions once we're up in the air, I don't know where we're going."

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[speedyavenger]

Pietro blinked, tilting his had to the side as he considered the dragon for a few minutes. He didn’t seem dangerous. No more so than he had when he was human, at least. It just wasn’t something he was expecting. He raised an eyebrow at the other when he talked about the storms. It explained why he had gotten so twitchy, at the very least. And all of it explained why he would want to stay away from people like him. Heroes. Someone who could do things like that would most certainly be wary of anyone who would want to use them. 

He doubted the Avenger would want to use Rio, but still. 

“So when I gave you food, you got enough to eat to be able to change again?” He looked the dragon over again, relaxing and looking less uneasy than he had before. He was curious about him. Dragons weren’t something that he had ever thought existed. 

“What are you going to do now?”

[heartofapep]

"I can change without eating," Rio shook his head slightly as he spoke, "But it's difficult to be in this shape when I do. I get hungrier far, far easier," he sighed slightly and looked back up at the sky. "It's flying that I need the energy for," he murmured, "and I can't breathe fire if I haven't eaten, either. I'm not sure why. Something to do with the gasses I produce, probably,"

He was grateful, though, of course he was. At the last question, his tailtip twitched, the plume of fur moving. "Get out of here." he replied, simply, "I can use the storm as cover, try to get out of New York, find somewhere I can hunt. I won't be able to resist the storm, anyway." he licked his lips, whiskers twitching and moving in the breezes. The wind was picking up. Raindrops began to fall, lightly, and thunder rumbled distantly. Rio gave a shiver that ran down his whole body.

"Do you still need me to take you back to the tower?" he asked.

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[speedyavenger]

Pietro just arched an eyebrow at the other man. ‘That’s cool’ wasn’t the usual response he got when showing off his sped, and it was obvious that Rio was thinking about something else. He was distracted, anxious, and still shivering. If he hadn’t been spending the last while with him, he’d think the other man was on something, but Pietro would have seen if he had taken anything. The speedster just folded his arms over his chest, waiting as Rio rambled on uneasily. 

And then, almost as quickly as Pietro could see, Rio changed. The cute, dark haired man was one and in his place was was a huge, gold creature. Pietro’s eyes widened and he took a step back, purely out of reflex. There were teeth as long as his arm. Yeah, he was going to take a step back. “Uh. This is you,” he echoed, just looking the other over with wide eyes. “…what is this?”

[heartofapep]

It was a response Rio was used to, and yet he was still saddened that the speedster looked so scared of him. Lowering his head so he was cloesr to Pietro's height, tilting a little to the side, Rio kept his floppy ears up and his expression neutral.

"I am a dragon." he said, quietly. "My whole family have been, going up for generations." he kept his voice to a low rumble, so Pietro could hear him but not attract any attention. "It's how I get around. I get a little, uh... caught up in storms." he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I have to fly in them. Have to." his eyes flickered up at the way storm clouds were filling the air now. Not long. "It's how I know how close it is. We all, uh, we all have connections to ... parts of nature. Mine is storms." that shiver ran down him again.

"But I have to eat to be able to fly, and I hadn't eaten in ages. No way to hunt around here." he shook his head, grateful that changing forms never cost him any energy or pain. It was as natural and easy as taking a shirt on and off.

[scrhaiser]

in defense of the maximoffs

(an extension of this post)

in 2002, tony stark renews his contract with the government of the united states and becomes the single largest arms provider in american history. at the party afterwards, he opens a bottle of the most expensive champagne known to humanity with a grin on his face. everyone in the room congratulates him on how many lives he’s going to save.

in 2003, the u.s. rolls their tanks and their rockets over the sokovian border in pursuit of the enemy (it does not matter who this enemy is, only that they die) and begin firing. Or: in 2003, the tanks roll over the border to help, request of the current leadership. to quell unrest. Or: it’s not america at all, it’s someone else who looks at the killing machines tony stark has created and thinks, i’m going to take that and i’m going to use that. the reason doesn’t really matter in the end, only that wanda and pietro maximoff, age ten, watch the floor swallow their parents and wait for a shell with the name ‘stark’ painted in blue paint to end their lives. they in breathe in so much dust it feels like they’re suffocating. after a day and a half, it starts to smell like rancid meat. (their rescuers cannot spare time on dead parents and neighbors, only the two living children within.)

in 2004, tony stark is drunk on power, drunk on destructive science, drunk on girls, drunk on wine. only now does obadiah stane look at him and think, i deserve more than this. he starts making calls, opening with “hey i heard you like big guns…” he knows he can play the long game. (sokovia in 2003 was not his doing)

in 2005, the sokovian people topple the current regime. it is bloody; many lives are lost; but their corrupt government is gone; but the americans do not leave. stability, they say, peace. no one believes them. the maximoffs sleep in bombed out buildings.

in 2006, there is no bat and bar mitzvah for them. there is no party, no food, no celebration. there is no one who would come - their mother’s brother’s family, across town, died in the same strike their parents did. there is no rabbi, no synagogue anyway. it does not matter, wanda tells her brother, we do not need it. twelve minutes later, he will do the same for her.

in 2007, the maximoffs have part-time jobs in exchange for a shitty one room apartment. sometimes, they go to school. other times, they are suspended: for cussing out the american teacher who refuses to address them in the language of their country, for taking pocketknives and carving out the stark industries logos printed on their math and science textbooks. disrespect and defacement, their mostly u.s. installed government calls it. the maximoffs and many of their classmates yell back, pride and justice.

in 2008, tony stark announces the halt of weapons production. (he has learned. he takes responsibility. he knows the truth now, but it is too little, too late) in a basement, pietro says, this is not enough. later, tony stark stands in a conference room and says: i am iron man. people start calling him hero. wanda maximoff says to the man at the repair shop, the one missing a leg and a daughter: i threw my radio at the wall. he tells her: you are not the first to tell me that today.

in 2009: pietro tells wanda, these elections are rigged. wanda tells pietro, did you know that an american company just opened a new oil refinery. they tell each other: our government is not ours; our government needs to go.

in 2012, shield stops next to pietro maximoff as he walks alone. they tell him, in english, to get in the vehicle, so they can discuss. he tells them, in his own language, to fuck off. then, he demands to know who they are, in english. they tell him and he says: your homeland, maybe, but not mine. later that year, tony stark is the man who saves a city, saves the world. but the maximoffs do not forget. they agree: if he wanted to undo the damage he is wrought, he could have started by saying sorry.

in 2013, the maximoffs are approached by a man who reeks of malice. he offers them a deal, sitting across from them in a cold room, hours after they have been arrested. how much do you want to see the end of the avengers, he asks. he says he is shield, but they see the lie. they know he is a snake. there is something about him that says: you will accept this offer, or you will leave this room in a bag. they look at him and they see the same kind of man who rounded up their great-grandparents. with a glance, they communicate: first they will destroy the avengers. they will avenge their parents, their neighbors, their city and their country and their people and their friends. then, and only then, will they go after this threat.

in 2014, they wake. he wakes first, moving in light years, slamming against cell walls (that is what it is, no matter what you call it), his hair a different color, balancing on the knife’s edge between terrified and exhilarated, everything a too-fast blur. twelve minutes later, like clockwork, she wakes, and she sees everything. it will take time for her to understand and sort through this new power, but when she does, she will understand. she will understand everything, and she will whisper into her brother’s mind: when we are through with the avengers, we will burn hydra to the ground three times over.

in 2015, baron von strucker does not think they are ready. he is wrong.

they have been ready for this fight since they were ten.

[the2heartlessbeings]

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