That's what happens when you unwillingly become the Mum who stepped up...
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That's what happens when you unwillingly become the Mum who stepped up...
Bonus:
NEED👏THAT👏MAN👏PREGNANT *SEASON TWO* ROUND 4 POLL 7
TUMBLR! Who's getting pregnant?
Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident Evil)
Dean Winchester (Supernatural)
PROPAGANDA:
[Leon]
"he needs an excuse to get a break from work and he would look so beautiful pregnant. 🫃🏼 bonus points if its a B.O.W baby."
"Give me that handsome man. Will take him as a young man or as a grey fox in the newest game . Give him an excuse to retire his knees hurt. He would have a lil girl and name her something cute."
"Everything I have ever learned about this man is from friends who like putting him in situations so I thought I’d do my part."
"Top 3 most breedable men in the franchise without a doubt. His emo phase during Vendetta needs to be studied bc I fear he was either in postpartum depression or on his cycle."
Leon propaganda from last season
[Dean]
"He killed Hitler, he deserves it."
"He's so breedable, and he'd love it so much."
"He’d be hotter and that's enough."
"THE OG OMEGA!"
"He’s called himself Sam's mother, he said he’s nesting, he’s great with kids. He is The Omega, out of all of his sex scenes he has never been on top, he gets disproportionately flustered when men flirt with him as opposed to women. He deserves to be pregnant and eat pie and relax for once damn it."
"Look at his face and you simply cannot deny that man needs to be pregnant. He’s The Omega tm."
Dean propaganda from last season
LOCK IN SOLDIERS!! VOTE DEAN WINCHESTER!!
I've gone down a bit of a Sonar rabbit hole, this art was inevitable
Celestial being of light and his dumb human boyfriend he turned into a cookie
Another one @trashgremlen told me to post
One of my friends told me to post this dumb drawing
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My favourite type of mischaracterization is when the post is so wrong, but it's also pandering so hard for my interests so I'm willing to ignore it
And now I know how Percy Weasley felt
(we all know they've always been punk rock)
FABLEHAVEN - Attempts at Being Charming?? Part 3
This is the final part to this little fanfiction series, as I can feel myself getting less interested and I don't want to risk leaving it unfinished. If I continue it at some point it will be the actual date.
Newel the satyr x reader (reader is unspecified species, but is in a human form, go nuts with creature OC's)
Seeing *reader* coming his way, not that he was looking or anything! Newel felt a small inner-panic spike in his chest. They were holding the letter and the flower, that was good, but it didn’t even look as if they had read it. Had they not read it? Were they coming over here to ask him about it? Not that he couldn’t handle it! He could totally handle it, but it’s just that he put all that effort into writing a note. It would be rude of them to ignore it in favour of talking to him in person.
“Newel.” *Reader* greeted the satyr, snapping him out of his thoughts as he suddenly realized that they had crossed the garden a lot faster than he had anticipated. “Hey! Hi! uhh, hey- I mean-.. Heyy *reader*.” Newel was already tripping over himself, quite literally, he’d stumbled over his own hooves trying to push off of the tree to stand in front of them. Still he tried to save it though, giving them a cocky smile as he finds his footing and stands in front of them. “Fancy seeing you here.. In the garden.. Where you spend almost all of your time.” Smooth Newel.
*Reader* was standing right on the edge of the yard in front of Newel, their arms crossed with the letter and flower in one hand. The smile on their face was clearly amused, and he swears he had heard them laugh a little at him tripping over himself. “So Seth gave me these.” Reader held up the letter and the flower, raising their eyebrows at Newel for an explanation. “He said that you told him to give them to me, is there a reason for that?”
Newel couldn’t help but stare for a moment before actually answering. “Uhh.. an invitation?.. Of sorts.” He does his best to sound confident, but there was still a part of him that couldn’t help but feel nervous. “You know.. The Nipsies were going to hold a gathering in Doren and I’s honour tonight! You know how we’ve kind of their gods?” He chuckles softly, but it died off as *reader* fails to look impressed. “So you’re terrorizing the Nipsies again are you? Are you and Doren incapable of finding your own riches?” *Reader* asks him teasingly, crossing their arms again and tilting their head at him. ‘Terrorizing’ was a bit of a stretch, but it was true that the two satyrs got a kick out of acting like supreme overlords, especially when the victims were too small and magic-less to defend themselves.
“Well- ehh.. They like us as their overlords, they’ve built statues in our honour and everything!” Newel quickly dismisses the accusation, rocking on his hooves as his gaze flickers between the ground and *reader’s* gaze. “But anyway, they’re holding a gathering in our honour, a party, and I thought maybe you might want to join us? Or- Not ‘us’, just me! My guest! Not Doren’s.” If *reader* had actually read the letter, it would’ve sounded a lot more cool, he had wasted several pieces of paper writing the perfect nonchalant invitation to be his date. But now here they were forcing him to ask them directly, and he found himself repeatedly stumbling. “Or- you know, if parties aren’t your thing then maybe we could do something else? I know some good places to find fresh fruits, or even to get something cooked if you feel like a proper dinner..”
He was struggling to keep his cool, disinterested attitude going, not that he had managed to come across that way in the first place. He scanned *reader’s* face for any signs of interest, or disinterest, or really any reaction at all. Could they see how desperate he actually was? (They could). Did they know how long he’d been working up the nerve to ask them to spend time with him? (They did).
“...Are you asking me on a date?” *Reader* asks him bluntly, their hands on their hips as they look at him with this amused but still caring smirk. Newel’s freckled cheeks quickly warm with blush, though instead of letting himself act flustered he puffed out his chest and took a deep breath. “I am, yes.” He confirmed with a confident nod, he didn’t want to seem unsure of that part. Letter be damned, if *reader* was going to make him ask them in person then he was going to do it! “I would be honoured if you would go on a date with me.”
The satyr didn’t take long to try to go back to his cool persona, looking to the side and crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course, you should be honoured to.” He told them, cocky smirk already returning. They hadn’t even said ‘yes’ yet, and already he was back to his usual self. “Me, I’m asking you on a date, I can’t imagine a reason why you wouldn’t be thrilled… So.. are you?” He tried not to make his glance at their face obvious, but it could be seen from a mile away if anybody knew what was going on.
“Mm…” *reader* hummed quietly in thought, looking back down at the letter and the flower in their hand. With a final huff of amusement and a warm smile, Newel watched them lift the flower to tuck it behind their ear, positioning it in such a way that it peaks perfectly out of their hair. “I will, I’ll go on a date with you, Newel.”
The satyr was stunned, not only from their almost immediate agreement, but at the way they so casually moved the flower into his hair. It made him so glad that he had remembered at the last moment to pick it. “You- you will!?” Newel confirms quickly, for all his pretend confidence and cockiness, he really had expected them to at least take a little longer to agree to a date. He felt like skipping with glee, but he pushed that desire down the second it popped up. “I- great! I mean of course you will, why wouldn’t you?” He laughs like the idea was ridiculous, but it was obvious to *reader* that it was a laugh of almost pure relief.
“So tonight! The Nipsies?!” He asked hopefully, it wasn’t that he wasn’t also happy to do the other things he had listed with *reader*, he just really wanted them to see how much the Nipsies admired him.. And Doren, he supposed. “I’ll even come and meet you here, at the edge of the garden.” He was determined to do this right. He had learned from all sorts of television shows the best way to woo someone on a date, and picking them up to take them to the date location seemed pretty important in all of the romance dramas. When they weren’t picked up at their house, the episode usually ended with the person waiting around for hours only for their date to not show. Newel didn’t want them to worry that he would do that to them! Or worse! He didn’t want them to do that to him! No. He would pick them up from the garden and escort them to the party of the Nipsies himself, like a gentleman.
“That sounds perfect.” *reader* nodded softly, a warm smile gracing their face. He hoped they were really as genuine as they seemed about wanting to join him. “Am I right to assume that the time and place are written in this letter? If so I’ll make sure to be ready and here to meet you say.. Twenty minutes before said time?” Newel almost didn’t hear their question, too distracted by thoughts of later that night. How he’d be the perfect gentleman, the perfect date. How he’d amaze them with how much the nipsies adored and respected him. How he’d.. He’d pull their chair out! And he’d.. He’d give them his coat if they got cold!.. But what if he got cold.. What would he d-
“Oh- Yes! Yes, that will work fine!” Newel snapped out of his thoughts with a firm nod, once again puffing his chest out, this time out of pride and excitement. “I’ll be here.. To get you.. For our date.. That we’re going on.” Saying it out loud felt like he was dancing on clouds. As confident as he had wanted to appear about this entire situation, and his ongoing crush, he had never truly envisioned himself actually doing much about it. To know that it had really been this easy all along, well he felt quite sheepish for not doing so earlier.. Or.. goatish, should the satyr say.
“I’ll see you tonight then.” *Reader* clapped their hands together once the decision was finalized, stepping out of the border of the yard to give Newel a small hug. Newel froze up at the sudden contact, and he cursed himself silently for not reciprocating it as *reader* pulled away again. “Byee.” They waggled their fingers at him with another warm smile, heading back into the garden in the direction of the house before he was even able to respond. “Y- yeah! Bye!” Newel called after them as they left, he felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes off of them while they walked away. Then suddenly he felt himself bolting off into the woods, hooves sprinting in the direction of his and Doren’s home. “DOREN!! I HAVE A DATE!!”
Courtship and Offerings
I don't even know at what point I intend to end this line of fanfictions, I settled on ending 'The Beginning' at 4 parts and have now begun 'The Hunt' part 1, which will be Warren attempting to find out more information on the dragon and how to proceed with their attempts at courting him.
PLOT- Warren had thought he was prepared for it all, monsters, fights, magic, creatures, more fights, but he was completely unprepared for this. A dragon has developed interest in him and has begun to court him, and Warren is completely at a loss for how to proceed.
**The Beginning** Part 3
As the sun rose and began to flood the windows of Warren’s cabin he sat up with a small yawn, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he stumbled out of his bed in search of something to wake him up. It had been a few days since his run in with the dragon, and thankfully they hadn’t come back to finish him off, though he swears that sometimes he can hear the sound of wings flapping from outside the cabin.
After brewing some coffee and finally feeling alive enough to face the day, he unlocked and opened the front door to get some sunshine before actually getting ready. As the door swings open he’s startled by the sound of something being knocked to the side. Oh god, did he hit an animal? A magical creature? He sure hoped not. Warren quickly rushed to the noise but found nothing living, instead he found something shiny. Something golden?
Warren hesitated to pick it up, worried it might be a trap of sorts, instead he used a small stick he found near the porch steps to poke at it slightly, turning it over to sit upright. It appeared to be a gold jewelry box, with intricate detailings and a lovely shine to it. Whoever had left it here must’ve wanted it to look perfect for when he found it.
Deciding that it was not a trap, Warren picked it up carefully, surprised by the weight of it. It was not large, maybe a little wider than both of his palms put together, but it had a weight to it that he had not expected. “Maybe there was something inside causing the heaviness?” Warren thought to himself, and he was correct.As he opened the box he almost choked on thin air as shiny gold coins spilled out almost immediately, hitting the wooden porch with metallic ringing thuds. Who could’ve possibly left this here?! Was it a trap?! Some kind of payment for something? He hadn’t done anything that he could remember that would issue a reward, and certainly not one so generous.
Kneeling down to the ground began gathering the coins that had fallen to the floor, holding one up close to his eye to examine. They were not of any currency he could recall, at least not one that was still being used today. They were very old, the markings were completely unfamiliar, but they all shined like they had been made just that morning. If he had to guess, along with the jewelry box, whoever left these here had polished each and every coin before departing.
And this was not just a one off gift either.
Every few days after he had received the jewelry box filled with coins, he found himself tripping over a new gift when he stepped out of his cabin. Each gift was between two to four days apart, each shining beautifully like they had just been polished and furnished for him, and each making him more confused as to where they were coming from.
The second gift was a sword laying halfway out of a hilt. It was beautiful. The hilt was old leather with small chain detailing that gave it a simple but elegant look. The sword itself was shining steel, so sharp that he’d sliced his palm simply holding the blade.
The third gift was a see-through glass case, deep purple velvet cushioning the bottom and sides, and inside? A sapphire almost the size of his palm. It was beautifully shined, with not a scratch on it. The glass case had detailings that he couldn’t even dream of seeing on glasswork made within this century.
By the third gift he had asked everybody he could think of that could be leaving these to him. His brother Dale was just as flabbergasted, Stanley and Ruth were curious, though not quite as concerned. “You may have earned the favour of a very affluent being around here.” Lena had suggested, though Warren wasn’t sure what she had meant by ‘earned the favour’, he hadn’t saved anyone or helped anyone, and certainly no one who could produce such treasures. With the way Lena had suggested it, and with the look she had given him, Warren suspected that he might have a better idea of what was happening than the housekeeper wanted to let on.
After the third gift Warren had decided that he needed to know who was leaving these treasures by his doorstep and why. So the third night after receiving the sapphire he found himself refusing to go to sleep. He was perched near his front door, hand on the handle as he waited to hear any sounds of something coming. He was determined to at least figure out who was leaving him these things, and hopefully then he could learn why they had been giving these things to him.
He was almost falling asleep by the time he heard noise outside his door, the sound of big wings flapping, landing with an almost silent thud on the dirt. He waited until he heard the footsteps up the porch before flinging the door open, and he was met with a very familiar being.
The dragon he had encountered a week ago was now kneeling at his porch, mid-way through placing a new gift in front of his door. Both were equally stunned as they stared at each other. The sun was just beginning to peak over the hills, casting a glow that shone against the dragon’s scales, making them look like a shining angel.
The dragon was the first to break from the stare, placing the gift at Warren’s feet before turning and taking off in the direction of the hills. It wasn’t until they were already in the air that Warren snapped out of it and chased after them. “Hey! Wait!!” He shouted after him, though they were already well over the trees by that time.
With a heavy sigh Warren stopped running, turning back to his cabin to find out what the fourth gift was. This one was wrapped in cloth, and as he knelt and pulled back the cloth he was amazed at what he found. They appeared to be a set of matching cuffs, from his wrists to almost his elbow if he were to wear them. The inside was made of soft leather, it felt like the softest furs he had ever come across, but the outside was what really shocked him. Dragon scales carefully aligned and attached to the cuffs, if he were wearing these he would be able to deflect the sharpest blades and handle even the heaviest fires in that area, similar to how the dragon had deflected his blade when they had fought.
“Why are you doing this..” He mumbled thoughtfully to himself, looking back up to the sky where he had last seen the dragon flying off. “And why me?”
I LOVE DRAGONS
DRAGONS FROM FABLEHAVEN
Most of this is completely made up by me and probably not lore accurate at all to the books. I made a whole plot idea for Fablehaven dragons just so I could have an OC that was a dragon, so I figured I’d write all of this down to keep my story straight.
If anybody wanted to use this as a Lore for a dragon OC, whether for Fablehaven or not, I am honoured, BUT PLEASE POST ABOUT THEM SO I CAN SEE!!
FORMS
Dragons have a normal form, their ‘dragon’ form that is large and scaly and breathes fire, a regular dragon in most folklore. They can be all different sizes and strengths based on bloodline and where in the world they are from. These are their strongest forms in many ways, the only problem is that they are rather hard to hide, especially while travelling.
As the second book specifies, powerful species’ like Sphinxs or dragons can appear human if they so choose. Dragons have the ability to appear human both in form and physicality to some extent. Their bodies look human, they sound human, and if they so choose they can even have clothing that is attached to the form, the clothes can be felt and moved just as normal clothes. Slight differences are that their body temperature remains, as does their smell. Humans do not notice much difference in the smell, however creatures with a more powerful smell will be aware that they are lying about their appearance. They cannot breathe fire in this form, as the pit of their stomach is too close to their mouth for the fire to properly develop, at most they can cough up some smoke.
They can create a half form, a more honest form that still looks partially human. They remain their human form, with hair, skin tone, eye colour and such remaining how they choose to keep it. The form now possesses a more dragon-like appearance, some of which may defer from dragon to dragon. Taller, more muscular, patches of scales along parts of the body, horns protruding from the hair, their ears have taken a more pointed appearance, sometimes even looking fin-like, their eyes may appear reptilian, sharp teeth and claws, draconic wings on their back, along with a tail of similar nature.
HISTORY
Dragons are rare, and their presence on preserves are rarer, dragons that live on preserves are usually there for one of three reasons. They were found on their own when they were too young to survive, often being a victim of poachers. They were seriously injured and brought to a reserve for healing and for a safe place to recover. Or they were highly aggressive, so much so that they had to be captured and brought to a reserve for the safety of towns nearby.
There are rarely more than one dragon on each preserve, if any at all, as dragons are highly territorial of their space. Once a preserve is their home they see it as their place, the humans and other creatures on the preserve are also theirs, and cannot interact with another dragon without either them or the dragon facing dire consequences.
Another dragon would have to be either young enough or wounded enough that it could not possibly be seen as a threat, and even then if the previous dragon does not bond with the new one before they are grown or sick, they will become territorial and chase the other dragon away, leading to chaos throughout the preserve.
LIVES
Dragons, both in the wild and in preserves, often prefer solitude away from human civilisations. They will often choose to make their homes in caves high up on mountains, deep in waters, deep in isolated groves, and other places that others would find difficult to reach without wings and knowledge. Most dragons prefer to live in peace, keeping low profiles to keep to themselves.
The few that cause mayhem in their surrounding areas are often males, however aggression is not an inherited trait bred through dragons. Instead the aggression can be caused by factors surrounding their lives. They may feel insulted or threatened, often to an extent that they would rather destroy first before they are at risk. They may be guarding something they deem worth the lives of mortals, usually eggs, a loved one or an ancient magic treasure, though the first is the most likely. They may also have sensed the presence of another dragon in the area, and have decided to make it clear that this territory is already in their possession.
Territorial behaviours appear in both males and females of the dragon species, however the immediate aggressive behaviour is usually a male trait. Female dragons that have sensed their territory at risk often choose to wait and watch, studying if there is actually a threat they must defend from, or if it is just passing through.
FOOD AND DIET
A dragon’s diet is not limited, they are able to eat almost anything in their vicinity. Meats are best for their diet, and most preferred by all dragons, however they are not limited to it if it is unavailable to them for times. They are able to eat almost all metals, with iron, titanium and steel being the best for them, gold and coppers are more treats, similar to chocolate. A metal diet is most often held by dragons with large caves and tunnels as their homes, it allows a place for them to mine for the metals safely and without having to leave too far. They are able to eat vegetation, dragons living in particularly lush environments are observed to eat almost nothing else but the things they forage from the trees. Dragons who have made their homes in coves or near seas survive most off of fish and the plantation grown in the sea.
The problem with each lies with the abundance, as dragons eat a lot, regardless of if they are small. If their environment does not offer any of these options in large quantities, then it would be an unwise place for a dragon to create a permanent home, most would only make temporary residence in emergencies in such places. When a dragon’s home dies out of food sources is another issue entirely. Getting a dragon to move homes is almost impossible, especially once they have developed a hoard, and there have been cases in history of dragons being found almost starved or even already passed when resources have depleted within too large of a distance of their homes.
HOARDS
A dragon's hoard is their pride and joy, especially for a dragon with no mate and no children. A dragon’s hoard does not just consist of money, gold and treasure, although there is always an abundance of that in each dragon’s hoard, but objects a dragon finds pretty or appealing to the eye, finds entertaining, or considers important either to them or in general.
Objects also in a dragon’s hoard that don’t fall under treasure will often consist of; Weapons and armour, whether magic, made of valuable materials, pretty to look at, or owned by someone important. Books, old and new, magical and not, a dragon's hoard will often have multiple bookshelves worth of carefully cared for books. Maps of the world or maps of certain places, there are legends that older dragons have maps to forgotten places in their hoards, places long since forgotten by society. Potions and magical artifacts are both commonly found in a dragon’s lair, both because of their magical ability making them valuable, and because often they have a pretty look that attracts a dragon’s eye.
Dragons are very protective over their hoards, even the smallest dragons with the smallest hoards would guard it with their lives. To be able to view a dragon’s hoard and live is a great honour, a sign of immense trust and even a form of affection. To be given a part of a dragon’s hoard is a sign that they consider you a part of them, someone they would defend to their death and someone they will always be there to lend a hand to. A dragon’s hoard is rarely shared with anyone other than their mate, the one they are attempting to court and their young if they have any. There have been almost no reports of such a thing happening in history, only legend.
To attempt to steal from a dragon’s hoard is the same as attempting to steal a dragon’s heart. If you are caught in the lair there are no reports of what will happen, as there are no reports from people who lived to tell the tale. Very few have actually succeeded in stealing from a dragon’s lair, the ones who have are often either naive and keep it, only to be hunted by the dragon and slaughtered with the item returning swiftly to the dragon’s lair, now far more guarded. Or they are clever and get rid of it quickly, often selling it for a high price, as something previously owned by a dragon is highly valued just for the knowledge that a dragon possessed it. This will lead to the dragon desperately hunting for the treasure, often going off of sent and ignoring the thieves sent entirely to instead follow their stolen item. It is not a pretty sight if you are caught with a dragon's stolen item, regardless of if you did it or not, you do not want to be found with an item from a living dragon’s lair.
COURTSHIP
Courtship can be initiated by either gender, and doesn’t just happen between two dragons. A courtship begins by one dragon showing interest leaving a gift outside the entrance of their abode, leaving it usually early in the morning for the object of their affection to find when they awake. A dragon will usually avoid interaction with the object of their affection, choosing to instead observe their reactions from afar.
For the object of their affection to accept and reciprocate, within the next few days they must find the dragon’s abode (usually a cave) and leave a gift at the entrance, or the closest they can get to the entrance. This will then show the dragon that there is mutual interest, and they will begin to pursue the object of their affection in other forms, (spending time, more gifts, following around/ stalking, physical affection, etc).
To refuse the courtship, the object of the dragon’s affection must return the gift to the dragon’s abode, leaving the gift either outside the entrance or as close to the entrance as they can get. If they do this, they will not find another gift and the dragon will leave them alone.
If the object of the dragon’s affection accepts the gift but does not offer a gift of their own, this is a sign that they do not deem the gift as enough and want more or better. Even if they do not mean it that way, it is automatically taken that way by the dragon, as that is how it is done in dragon courtship. If this is the case, the dragon will continue bringing gifts every few days until the gifts are either returned, signalling refusal, or there is finally a new gift at their entryway, signalling acceptance. This can pose a particular problem when the object of the dragon’s affection is not a dragon themselves, as they will have almost no access to the cave the dragon resides in, and most often won’t have the foggiest clue where the cave is in the first place.
If another dragon begins courting the same one as the original dragon, they will become quite territorial and competitive over the object of their affection. The gifts from the original dragon will begin bringing bigger, fancier gifts in an attempt to outshine the gifts from the other dragon, at times sacrificing large parts of their hoards out of desperation to earn their affection before their competition can.
I love all of this, I hope you don't mind me adding my own thoughts! I always get so excited when I can apply real-world ecology and science to fantasy scenarios and try to make species more realistic.
Females are larger than males- this is true in a ridiculously large number of egg-laying species, mostly because of the egg-laying. Ever seen a male and female Burmese python side-by side? How about two wedge-tailed eagles? It makes sense for dragons too (plus I always love the excuse to switch up gender norms).
On that same note, I would argue females are more territorial than males. They claim a territory and they keep it; males like Raxtus and Navarog will go out and explore, proving themselves. It's where all the stories of dragons kidnapping princesses come from. Princesses themselves have nothing special about them other than the fact that they make nice bait to lure in warriors to fight and are a fun challenge to successfully kidnap.
A female will attack you and win because you annoyed her or invaded her territory, while males do it for fun and status. This is also where the assumption that females are more reasonable or calm than males comes in. If you're just annoying, you aren't a target for any real reason, and the female may be willing to allow you to entertain her in exchange for your life, like Nafia did. This is also a case of survivorship bias. You only hear about adventurers reasoning with females, them not attacking, and the adventurer living because everyone who actually gets attacked dies and therefore can't tell their story.
The only reason there are more stories about fighting males and their aggression is because sometimes the dragon loses, or lets the adventurer get away for fun or a longer hunt.
Additionally, all that fuss about a dragon king is just the males trying to sort out a hierarchy and impress females, who really don't exist within the monarchy but outside it.
Of course I don't mind!! I posted with the intention that anybody else wanting to make a dragon OC or just wanted some dragon lore could interact and alter as they wanted to!! I absolutely see the females as being larger than the males! The only reason I didn't specify is because I see dragon's coming in all different sizes based on their genes and location so it wasn't important, but if a male and female are born from the same parents in the same place, the female would absolutely grow to be bigger than the male.
Also again, absolutely females would be more territorial, but they are smarter about it! Why waste the energy and vulnerability of revealing your lands on something that is merely passing through. If the thing in their territory proves to be a threat absolutely they are immediately on the attack to defend themselves and their lands. I also see the females as being more lenient in a way that if they can avoid bloodshed they will. Males will kill because it makes them seem stronger, or simply because they don't think far ahead, where as a female dragon would rather just scare the crap out of an intruder and make them never want to come back, as well as get them to warn others about the dragon so people don't come near. That being said, the females have no problem killing if the intruder refuses to leave, or if something enters the territory with the intention to cause issues.
Courtship and Offerings
This might be the most fun I have ever had writing anything, I've already finished the next 2 parts and need to figure out where I want to go from there. This has somehow gotten me back into creative writing.
PLOT- Warren had thought he was prepared for it all, monsters, fights, magic, creatures, more fights, but he was completely unprepared for this. A dragon has developed interest in him and has begun to court him, and Warren is completely at a loss for how to proceed.
**The Beginning** Part 2
It was too late for Warren to fix his mistake, he had been told to leave but had instead stayed and threatened the territorial dragon. His only hope was to defend himself while moving back in the direction he came and hope that he’d eventually get far enough away that the dragon considered him out of their territory.
He scrambled from the floor to his feet once again, watching the dragon closely as it stood on all fours, claws dug deep in the Earth as it snarled and watched him. “I don’t suppose we could work this out?” Warren asked hopefully, only to be met with another lunge from the dragon. He managed to dodge that time, barely, stumbling back until his back hit a tree that kept him upright. “That’s a ‘no’ then? Alright.” He sighed heavily and twirled his sword once again in his hand.
He was holding himself well, at least he wasn’t dead yet. With every lunge from the dragon he manages to dodge with relative skill, he hadn’t taken any injuries yet, and a part of him wondered if the dragon was holding back. While he knew that dragons were somewhat weaker when they took on their smaller forms, he also knew that in a half-form such as this, they were still quite strong, yet the creature was only lunging at him, not making any attempt to breathe fire or slice him with their claws. He definitely appreciated that they were holding back, even if he didn’t understand why.
As he dodged another lunge he saw an opportunity to strike, as the dragon landed on the ground with a thud he found himself in the perfect position to swing his sword for a hit. He had no desire or intention to kill the creature, of course not, he merely wanted to give himself the ability to get away without a risk of them following. So with as much strength as he could muster and using the momentum of his dodge, he swung at the beast’s side.
The strike had sent him stumbling back, landing with a soft thud on the grass. The sound that the sword had made on impact was definitely not one of slicing through flesh, it almost sounded like the clanging of two metals together. When he finally caught his bearings and looked at the dragon once more, it had stopped moving. Where he had struck it with his sword it had blocked with its arm, scaled glistening in the sunlight, they apparently worked just like armour.
Despite it being completely unharmed, the dragon did not move, it did not move to attack him, nor run away. Instead it stood still, staring down at him as it breathed heavily, tail swishing slowly along the ground, and its wings were now relaxed. They stare at each other for long enough that Warren loses track. He was still gripping his sword tightly, ready to defend himself, but he felt that the beast was no longer interested in attacking him. It seemed to be studying him.
The dragon took a slow step towards Warren, to which he raised his sword to defend himself. As he did however it was knocked out of his hand by the creature’s wing. He thought maybe it no longer saw him as a threat, that it realized it could just eat him, and he was almost ready to give up as the dragon once again moved to all fours and stood over him. With his eyes scrunched shut he waited for an attack, for it to tear his head off or to rip out his heart… but nothing came. Instead he heard the sound of.. Sniffing? He felt his hair tickling slightly, he felt rough hands grab at his shoulders, and finally he opened his eyes.
The dragon was still hovering over him, but they seemed almost fascinated. Their hands were grabbing at his shoulders and poking his chest, head tilted in curiosity, occasionally smelling at his hair or his face. If Warren wasn’t still so concerned for his life, he might’ve even laughed at the situation, but instead he stayed very still, hoping maybe the dragon had decided that he didn’t need to be killed.
“So..” Warren finally spoke up quietly, clearing his throat and doing his best not to spook the dragon. The last thing he wanted was for it to go back to attacking him while they were on top of him. “Am I allowed to go? To leave with my life?..” The dragon only stared at him, an intense stare that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. If they hadn’t killed him yet, then surely they weren’t going to. “Or maybe.. Can I continue exploring?”
The dragon huffed through its nose, he smelt the scent of smoke filling his lungs, then they roughly pushed off of his chest and flew off into the trees. He let out a quiet grunt as his back his the ground, opening his eyes to try to see them rush off, but all he got was sunlight directly in his eyes, immediately making him squint. “I’ll take that as a no!” He called after the dragon, pushing himself to his feet and finding his sword to retrieve that.
The dragon had thankfully let him live, and he wasn’t going to push his luck by exploring any further. Instead of knowledge or treasure, he would just have to return with the story of how he was attacked by a dragon and survived.
Being in small fandoms means getting off of my lazy butt and actually contributing to the fandom instead of lurking. No more complaining that there's not enough fan content, WE MAKE THE CONTENT!!
FABLEHAVEN - Attempts at Being Charming?? Part 2
I actually wrote part 2 less than an hour after posting part 1, but I wanted to post some of my other stuff for Fablehaven instead of just this one continuing story. If you can't tell, I am absolutely losing my mind over this bookseries.
Newel the satyr x reader (reader is unspecified species, but is in a human form, go nuts with creature OC's)
Seth wasn’t even sure why he had agreed to do this stupid favour, maybe he was curious of how it would play out, or maybe he just wanted to see Newel embarrass himself. Regardless of why he had agreed, he still found himself walking over the lawn towards the barn, looking back over his shoulder every few steps to make sure the satyr was still there.
Within a few minutes Seth found himself approaching *reader*, the fairies they had been conversing with all flitted away as he came close. “Hey *reader*!” Once again Seth looked over his shoulder to check that Newel was still waiting. A part of him fully expected the satyr to run off, making it seem like Seth was the one who wanted to give *reader* the love letter. But to his surprise, and slight amusement, the freckled figure was still peaking out of the shrubbery, waving his hand encouragingly at Seth and giving him a thumbs up.
When Seth turned back to *reader* he tried not to be put off by their annoyed look, he did interrupt their conversation afterall. He had to remind himself that this was for Newel, not for him. “Sooo… Have you heard of Newel around here?” Seth asked casually, Newel had told Seth to make him sound amazing, ‘partner material’.. Whatever that means. “He’s a satyr, really cool, I’ve met him a few times, he helped save Kendra and I from an ogress last summer, and a few days ago he saved me from the demon trying to eat me/” Seth tried to make it sound like he was in awe of Newel, and also made sure not to mention the second satyr who had also saved him, and had technically done all the work rescuing them last summer.
He studied *reader*’s face carefully as he talked, waiting to see any signs of recognition at all. Their eyebrows were raised, but they didn’t look overly impressed. If he had to guess, they had probably met the satyr before and knew Seth was exaggerating. “I’ve met Newel, and his cousin Doren.” *Reader* nodded softly, furrowing their brow a little at Seth, they probably thought he was up to something, especially with the way he was holding his hands behind his back. “Why are you telling me about him though? Did Newel say something to you?”
Seth looked over his shoulder at Newel again before clearing his throat with a grin, he felt like a door-to-door salesman trying to lure *reader* in with a pitch. “Well, Newel wanted me to give you this” He produced the love letter from behind his back, handing it to *reader*. He waited until they had taken it from him to clear his throat again. “And.. he sent it with this” Seth then produced the flower from his other hand, holding it out like it was some grand gift, and not a little daisy the satyr had plucked from the ground right before giving the letter to Seth.
*Reader*’s brow furrowed even more at the two gifts, taking the letter in one hand and the flower in the other. They certainly weren’t expecting it, though a large part of them assumed that this was some sort of elaborate joke. “Newel wanted to give me these?” They questioned skeptically, setting the flower on the ground gently beside them and looking at the letter. Would it explode if they opened it? Was it a note asking them to bring batteries, or maybe food? Probably. “Why?”
Back in the shrubbery Newel watched the distant interaction between Seth and *reader* with growing anticipation. Although he couldn’t see anything telling from his point, he hoped they were flattered. He had heard a few decades ago from one of the old caretakers of the reserve that love letters were one of the best ways to charm someone, especially when sent with a flower or a gift. Why wouldn’t they be charmed afterall? It was a heartfelt gift from one of, if not the coolest satyrs in the reserve. He was sure *reader* would at least be flattered, in fact he was confident.
They had taken the letter and the flower, he could see that. What was Seth saying? He was telling them about when he totally singlehandedly beat up that demon! Or maybe he was telling them about how he kicks Doren’s butt at tennis! Damn, Newel should’ve asked Seth to send them over so he could do some talking too!
“It’s not going to spray glitter at me or something alike, is it?” *Reader* questioned Seth unsurely, holding the letter in their hand. While they had never had any personal issues with any of the satyrs, they knew that Newel and Doren in particular could sometimes be… problematic.
Any other time Seth would’ve also assumed the letter was either a trick or a fake ransom letter, he wouldn’t put either past the satyrs, but seeing Newel’s earlier face and nervousness he so desperately tried to hide, he found himself actually trusting it. “Not that I’m aware of, he just came to the edge of the yard and gave it to me.” Seth shrugged casually, he didn’t want to be blamed if it did turn out badly for *reader*. “He came without Doren though, Newel said he didn’t want him to ‘sabotage’ this” He put the word in quotations for emphasis, giving *reader* a slight grin. “He looked a bit red too, I think he might have a bit of a crush~”
*Reader* just scoffed softly, but couldn’t help a small smirk pulling at their face as well. “You don’t know anything.” They dismiss the boy’s teasing as they glanced back at the letter again, sliding their thumb under the opening but not flipping it open just yet. “Is he still here? Or did he run off the second he’d handed it to you?” Seth looked over his shoulder again towards the shrubbery, seeing a mop of orange hair with horns poking out peeking out from the tree lines. “He’s still here.” Seth replies with a casual point towards the satyr, making Newel duck back down for a moment before peeking out again, seeing both of them looking at him now. Realizing he’s been spotted, Newel instead decides to try to look completely unfazed. He stumbles out of the shrubbery and leans against one of the trees, looking around like he wasn’t aware of Seth and *reader* staring at him. Both Seth and *reader* chuckle in amusement at the satyr’s attempt to seem cool, looking at each other with knowing grins. “I guess I’ll go say ‘hi’.” *Reader* sighed with mock exasperation, pushing themself up off of the ground with the letter in hand, making sure to pick up the flower as well before passing Seth. “I’ll go ask about the letter myself.”
Courtship and Offerings
(This is set before Warren became albino, there will be more plot because I am losing my MIND over all of these characters)
PLOT- Warren had thought he was prepared for it all, monsters, fights, magic, creatures, more fights, but he was completely unprepared for this. A dragon has developed interest in him and has begun to court him, and Warren is completely at a loss for how to proceed.
This is sort of a prequel to a different fanfiction I'm writing, but I wanted to post The Beginning first because I actually found it easier to write.
**The Beginning** Part 1
Fablehaven was a dangerous place to be wandering without an idea of where you’re going, but for Warren, it was wonderful! There were few places on the reserve that Warren didn’t know like the palm of his hand, so finding a place that was clearly almost baran of human contact meant new adventures, new creatures and possibly even new answers to old aged questions.
He was excited, the blood pumping through him felt like electricity as he entered a small clearing surrounding one of the large mountains of Fablehaven. Stanley had said it was completely unexplored, the area belonged to multiple beasts that were not fond of anything entering their lands, particularly humans, but Warren was a man on a mission, and he would not be stopped by feeble warnings of danger.And then he heard it.It was a noise he hadn’t heard before. He’d heard growls, roars, snarls, everything you could expect from a territorial creature, but that. That noise was deep, something dangerous had to have made it, something that was probably one of the creatures that Stanley had been talking about in his warnings about this area.
Warren wasn’t afraid, everything in Fablehaven followed the treaty that they could not harm without reason. He hadn’t done anything wrong, so whatever beast this was cannot harm him… except that not everything on Fablehaven was a part of the treaty.. There were few, very few creatures on this reserve that were not bound by the treaty, and could do him harm. Not only could they do him harm because they were not bound by law, but they could all do him harm in a literal sense, they were all incredibly strong.
Warren knew that at least one of the creatures in this area was one of those not bound by a treaty, although Stanley didn’t have the ability to tell him what, in fact he couldn’t even tell him if the creature was even here. Whatever it was, it was allowed to come and go as it pleased, as it was apparently quite peaceful and undisruptive to almost all, so no one was sure if it was in the reserve or if it had left long ago. Either way, it was strong, and it was capable of great harm if it were angered, which is why there had not been any of the groundskeepers or other human residents on the reserve for at least three generations, totally unmarked land, totally unpredictable.
Warren still wasn’t afraid though, in fact he was confident in himself. He had brought what he thought he would need, equipped with a sword and some lighter weaponry should his main blade be knocked away from him. He did his best to follow the deep sounds as they seemed to move around the trees, vibrating off of the mountainside and distorting his senses. He caught a glimpse of something in the top of the corner of his eye, but it was gone before he was able to whip around to face it.
“Leave..” He heard something rumble from nearby, once again he attempted to whip around to face it, but nothing was there. The voice didn’t sound particularly friendly, but it didn’t sound completely aggressive either. Warren decided to take his chances. “I’m afraid I won’t be doing that.” He shook his head softly, twirling the handle of his blade in his hand as he continued to attempt to catch sight of whatever creature lay threat to him in the trees. “I’m sure we could work this out civilly, because if not I’m afraid it will be your blood spilling, not mine.” Whatever this creature was, if it wasn’t aggressive before, it certainly was after that comment. The growling noise began rumbling again, almost humming through the trees and the ground itself. “I said LEAVE!”
Warren was lucky he had caught a glimpse of something coming at him from the side, he was able to turn to it, but not dodge it. It lunged at him with a heavy blow, knocking him down with a gasp of air and landing with a heavy thud on its hands and knees a few feet from him. As he scrambled for his weapon and turned to look at the being, he was finally able to see what he was facing.A DRAGON?! At least, a dragon form. The creature had at least had the mercy on him to not attack in its full form, though he figured that was more because it could not hide itself in the trees if it were its true size. Instead the dragon had taken a half-form of sorts. It looked human, with wraps around its chest and ripped army pants that were about a century out of fashion, however the beast still possessed several of its dragon qualities. Horns were protruding out of their wild hair, their wings were large and intimidating as they outstretched from their back, it’s tail dragged back and forth on the ground like a snakes, he could clearly see patches of scales covering skin, such as on their knees, elbows and neck, and he caught a glimpse or pointed teeth and sharp claws as it moved.
Now he understood what he had done wrong. He had entered the territory of a dragon, and challenged it to a fight.
I LOVE DRAGONS
DRAGONS FROM FABLEHAVEN
Most of this is completely made up by me and probably not lore accurate at all to the books. I made a whole plot idea for Fablehaven dragons just so I could have an OC that was a dragon, so I figured I’d write all of this down to keep my story straight.
If anybody wanted to use this as a Lore for a dragon OC, whether for Fablehaven or not, I am honoured, BUT PLEASE POST ABOUT THEM SO I CAN SEE!!
FORMS
Dragons have a normal form, their ‘dragon’ form that is large and scaly and breathes fire, a regular dragon in most folklore. They can be all different sizes and strengths based on bloodline and where in the world they are from. These are their strongest forms in many ways, the only problem is that they are rather hard to hide, especially while travelling.
As the second book specifies, powerful species’ like Sphinxs or dragons can appear human if they so choose. Dragons have the ability to appear human both in form and physicality to some extent. Their bodies look human, they sound human, and if they so choose they can even have clothing that is attached to the form, the clothes can be felt and moved just as normal clothes. Slight differences are that their body temperature remains, as does their smell. Humans do not notice much difference in the smell, however creatures with a more powerful smell will be aware that they are lying about their appearance. They cannot breathe fire in this form, as the pit of their stomach is too close to their mouth for the fire to properly develop, at most they can cough up some smoke.
They can create a half form, a more honest form that still looks partially human. They remain their human form, with hair, skin tone, eye colour and such remaining how they choose to keep it. The form now possesses a more dragon-like appearance, some of which may defer from dragon to dragon. Taller, more muscular, patches of scales along parts of the body, horns protruding from the hair, their ears have taken a more pointed appearance, sometimes even looking fin-like, their eyes may appear reptilian, sharp teeth and claws, draconic wings on their back, along with a tail of similar nature.
HISTORY
Dragons are rare, and their presence on preserves are rarer, dragons that live on preserves are usually there for one of three reasons. They were found on their own when they were too young to survive, often being a victim of poachers. They were seriously injured and brought to a reserve for healing and for a safe place to recover. Or they were highly aggressive, so much so that they had to be captured and brought to a reserve for the safety of towns nearby.
There are rarely more than one dragon on each preserve, if any at all, as dragons are highly territorial of their space. Once a preserve is their home they see it as their place, the humans and other creatures on the preserve are also theirs, and cannot interact with another dragon without either them or the dragon facing dire consequences.
Another dragon would have to be either young enough or wounded enough that it could not possibly be seen as a threat, and even then if the previous dragon does not bond with the new one before they are grown or sick, they will become territorial and chase the other dragon away, leading to chaos throughout the preserve.
LIVES
Dragons, both in the wild and in preserves, often prefer solitude away from human civilisations. They will often choose to make their homes in caves high up on mountains, deep in waters, deep in isolated groves, and other places that others would find difficult to reach without wings and knowledge. Most dragons prefer to live in peace, keeping low profiles to keep to themselves.
The few that cause mayhem in their surrounding areas are often males, however aggression is not an inherited trait bred through dragons. Instead the aggression can be caused by factors surrounding their lives. They may feel insulted or threatened, often to an extent that they would rather destroy first before they are at risk. They may be guarding something they deem worth the lives of mortals, usually eggs, a loved one or an ancient magic treasure, though the first is the most likely. They may also have sensed the presence of another dragon in the area, and have decided to make it clear that this territory is already in their possession.
Territorial behaviours appear in both males and females of the dragon species, however the immediate aggressive behaviour is usually a male trait. Female dragons that have sensed their territory at risk often choose to wait and watch, studying if there is actually a threat they must defend from, or if it is just passing through.
FOOD AND DIET
A dragon’s diet is not limited, they are able to eat almost anything in their vicinity. Meats are best for their diet, and most preferred by all dragons, however they are not limited to it if it is unavailable to them for times. They are able to eat almost all metals, with iron, titanium and steel being the best for them, gold and coppers are more treats, similar to chocolate. A metal diet is most often held by dragons with large caves and tunnels as their homes, it allows a place for them to mine for the metals safely and without having to leave too far. They are able to eat vegetation, dragons living in particularly lush environments are observed to eat almost nothing else but the things they forage from the trees. Dragons who have made their homes in coves or near seas survive most off of fish and the plantation grown in the sea.
The problem with each lies with the abundance, as dragons eat a lot, regardless of if they are small. If their environment does not offer any of these options in large quantities, then it would be an unwise place for a dragon to create a permanent home, most would only make temporary residence in emergencies in such places. When a dragon’s home dies out of food sources is another issue entirely. Getting a dragon to move homes is almost impossible, especially once they have developed a hoard, and there have been cases in history of dragons being found almost starved or even already passed when resources have depleted within too large of a distance of their homes.
HOARDS
A dragon's hoard is their pride and joy, especially for a dragon with no mate and no children. A dragon’s hoard does not just consist of money, gold and treasure, although there is always an abundance of that in each dragon’s hoard, but objects a dragon finds pretty or appealing to the eye, finds entertaining, or considers important either to them or in general.
Objects also in a dragon’s hoard that don’t fall under treasure will often consist of; Weapons and armour, whether magic, made of valuable materials, pretty to look at, or owned by someone important. Books, old and new, magical and not, a dragon's hoard will often have multiple bookshelves worth of carefully cared for books. Maps of the world or maps of certain places, there are legends that older dragons have maps to forgotten places in their hoards, places long since forgotten by society. Potions and magical artifacts are both commonly found in a dragon’s lair, both because of their magical ability making them valuable, and because often they have a pretty look that attracts a dragon’s eye.
Dragons are very protective over their hoards, even the smallest dragons with the smallest hoards would guard it with their lives. To be able to view a dragon’s hoard and live is a great honour, a sign of immense trust and even a form of affection. To be given a part of a dragon’s hoard is a sign that they consider you a part of them, someone they would defend to their death and someone they will always be there to lend a hand to. A dragon’s hoard is rarely shared with anyone other than their mate, the one they are attempting to court and their young if they have any. There have been almost no reports of such a thing happening in history, only legend.
To attempt to steal from a dragon’s hoard is the same as attempting to steal a dragon’s heart. If you are caught in the lair there are no reports of what will happen, as there are no reports from people who lived to tell the tale. Very few have actually succeeded in stealing from a dragon’s lair, the ones who have are often either naive and keep it, only to be hunted by the dragon and slaughtered with the item returning swiftly to the dragon’s lair, now far more guarded. Or they are clever and get rid of it quickly, often selling it for a high price, as something previously owned by a dragon is highly valued just for the knowledge that a dragon possessed it. This will lead to the dragon desperately hunting for the treasure, often going off of sent and ignoring the thieves sent entirely to instead follow their stolen item. It is not a pretty sight if you are caught with a dragon's stolen item, regardless of if you did it or not, you do not want to be found with an item from a living dragon’s lair.
COURTSHIP
Courtship can be initiated by either gender, and doesn’t just happen between two dragons. A courtship begins by one dragon showing interest leaving a gift outside the entrance of their abode, leaving it usually early in the morning for the object of their affection to find when they awake. A dragon will usually avoid interaction with the object of their affection, choosing to instead observe their reactions from afar.
For the object of their affection to accept and reciprocate, within the next few days they must find the dragon’s abode (usually a cave) and leave a gift at the entrance, or the closest they can get to the entrance. This will then show the dragon that there is mutual interest, and they will begin to pursue the object of their affection in other forms, (spending time, more gifts, following around/ stalking, physical affection, etc).
To refuse the courtship, the object of the dragon’s affection must return the gift to the dragon’s abode, leaving the gift either outside the entrance or as close to the entrance as they can get. If they do this, they will not find another gift and the dragon will leave them alone.
If the object of the dragon’s affection accepts the gift but does not offer a gift of their own, this is a sign that they do not deem the gift as enough and want more or better. Even if they do not mean it that way, it is automatically taken that way by the dragon, as that is how it is done in dragon courtship. If this is the case, the dragon will continue bringing gifts every few days until the gifts are either returned, signalling refusal, or there is finally a new gift at their entryway, signalling acceptance. This can pose a particular problem when the object of the dragon’s affection is not a dragon themselves, as they will have almost no access to the cave the dragon resides in, and most often won’t have the foggiest clue where the cave is in the first place.
If another dragon begins courting the same one as the original dragon, they will become quite territorial and competitive over the object of their affection. The gifts from the original dragon will begin bringing bigger, fancier gifts in an attempt to outshine the gifts from the other dragon, at times sacrificing large parts of their hoards out of desperation to earn their affection before their competition can.