The biggest creature design hill I'm willing to die on is that a typical dragon wouldn't have slit pupils like reptiles but instead would have round pupils like birds, whose lifestyle and especially hunting methods would most resemble that of the dragons
Ahamkara!Shaxx on the brain. How while he couldn't grant wishes, he still could sort of shapeshift a bit. How he'd hide in his castle for some time while he figured out a way to keep his form as the one everyone was used to (the tentacle were a hassle to him at first)
How one day he got so upset his "mask" broke and his helmet split in half to reveal a maw and how it took a lot to calm him down and realize that while his appearance was severely altered, he still remained the brave, proud and boisterous man he always had been. His heart was still in the right place.
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How when Maja first saw him, it had made her freeze and it took a lot to reassure him that it didn't change what she thought of him.
How eventually he'd be okay to let himself 'out' around her (in the safety of their shared space) and how one day she started poking at one of his appendages, only for it to poke back (it stung her hand but she laughed it off)
Maja just holding his face and cooing cuz he was still the handsome titan she loved, pushing her palm against his own, the difference in size making her heart skip a beat. He was intrigued but happy to have someone like her at his side.
She was the only one to ever have seen him full ahamkara. And it only happened once while scouting for a new arena. They had been ambushed and Maja was cornered, and he snapped. Arc energy was coursing through his form as he striked the hive ogre down in one go, claws digging in the eye (?) of the dead creature and tearing it apart.
She couldn't deny the fear that had courses through her, not just from the ogre but from seeing such raw ferocity, fearing he had lost himself. But when he was done he came to her and rested his large forehead against her, chirps escaping his throat.
I feel like it’s that joy for life and experiencing things that Krolock has seen fade in each and every other vampire, including himself, and it hurts each time to see people damned to just dragging themselves through year after year and at some point you stop really noticing the changes and it all gets monotonous. If it wasn’t for Herbert Krolock probably would have become the same way, just as miserable with his existence as all the vampires in the graveyard.
*puts hand up* technically Dumbledore orchestrated for Harry to be kidnapped by Hagrid the night of his parents murder. Because it was presumably organised in the will of James & Lily to have Sirius have full guardianship of Harry the event of an untimely death (as one having a godparent does). So Dumbledore therefore had no say whatsoever in the matter of where Harry lived unless Sirius was incapable of taking care of a child. Meaning Dumbledore either planned the whole thing or put events into motion and watched what would happen.
I never learned to love in halves, the romantic in me always wants to jump right in. Eyes shut, heart wide open. Unafraid yet terrified, the great paradox of experiencing anything meaningful in life.
My brain reminds me of all the shattered little pieces I’m still putting together while my heart can’t wait for the light to shine through and make those little fragments glitter.