#herdragonknights

[herdragonknights]

Hey guys.

So I know i've been gone for a really really long time. Mostly due to burnout and such but I just wanted to say that...

I've mainly just been collecting artist like pokémon cards for my stories. That's literally it.

I'll be posting the art for the stories here soon until I can figure out a way to upload them with the stories themselves on Ao3, but until then my friends. Rest easy knowing that there will be some light in these harsh times.

At least, as much as I can bring.

[highlifeboat]

i used to wear my shoes around the house but then i watched a news program on how much dirt and germs you track in the house. so i started leaving my shoes at the door and wear my house slippers.

also shoes on a bed? that's disgusting!! who does that?!?!?

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

WHY WOULD YOU WEAR YOUR DIRTY ASS SHOES IN THE HOUSE. YOU COULD TRACK SO MUCH SHIT INSIDE.

GET SLIPPERS. OR INSIDE SHOES.

The on the bed I think is mainly a TV trope thing. But it does happen in media and it stresses me out.

I hope it's just a media thing.

If any of you people ever tell me you put shoes on the furniture you're being blocked and reported /hj

[isamiral-soulwolf]

Maybe, a werewolf IsaMira prompt for:

“Don’t worry, I’m staying right here”

&

“Hold still. This might sting a little”

Hello there! Apologies for the delay, I hope you enjoy!

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In Mirabel’s defense, most of her plans seemed like good ideas at the time. When she imagined them in her head they were utterly flawless, playing out to perfection with no issues or interruptions, and in the end everyone got what they wanted and everyone was happy. Inevitably because of how she imagined them in her head, Mirabel often went through with her plans.

This plan had been no different from any of the others in that regard; Mirabel could even say that at the time she’d come up with it, she’d been reasonably certain of its success. It had been simple: Camilo had come to her asking for some help on entertaining children in the square, and Mirabel knew how much the children loved both his wolf form and a good show. Getting to play out a game of wolf versus wolf hunter had seemed like an easy win when she’d thought of it, a way to make the children laugh while also getting to wrestle with her cousin the way they both loved.

It had even been working like a charm, up until the moment Camilo knocked Mirabel off balance during a ‘fight’ just so and as she hit the ground, she felt something crack. She’d tried to hide it–she didn’t want to ruin the moment with a cry or a wince, she was having fun and the children were enjoying the show–but even without her giving it away Camilo must have heard it too, because he immediately froze over her with stricken eyes, his ears flicking back before he shifted into his human form and moved away from her.

“And as you can see,” he said with a grand spread of his hands, “the wolf has defeated the wolf hunter, and the pack is safe!”

This declaration was met with a thrilled cheer from the children. Mirabel gingerly got to her feet as her cousin finished spinning his story for them, pressing a hand tentatively to her side to try and feel the damage. This time she couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through her body, or the hiss that escaped her as she felt a throb of pain in response, and with a grimace she settled herself on the fountain as gently as possible.

Camilo jogged over the moment all of the children had been happily returned to their parents, stopping just short of her and fidgeting with his hands like he didn’t know what to do with them. “What happened?”

“I cracked or broke a rib, I think.” Mirabel breathed in, felt her side burn with it. “Maybe a few ribs, I don’t know.”

Camilo’s face crumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“Camilo! It’s fine, it was an accident.” When he reached out to gently touch her side, feeling for the injury himself, Mirabel let him; she didn’t comment as she felt him breathe in her scent, trying to reassure himself. “I just need some food and I’ll be good as new.”

Julieta’s stall wasn’t far, but if Mirabel wasn’t inclined to wait in the line or earn a lecture from Alma for jumping said line the moment her mother realized her youngest daughter was injured. No, the best solution was to make her way back to Casita where Julieta kept reserves. It was a longer walk, but Mirabel knew she could make it–she just had to be careful and go slowly.

Her thought process must have shown on her face, because Camilo immediately frowned. “Absolutely not.”

“I didn’t say anything!” “You were thinking of going back to Casita yourself.”

Mirabel opened her mouth to protest, grimaced at being caught, and closed it. Camilo gave her injured side a gentle pat, then pulled away with renewed purpose in his eyes. “I’ll go get Tia Julieta’s food from Casita,” he said. “If I meet you on the way back…”

Mirabel rolled her eyes, giving him a light shove. “Don’t worry, I’m staying right here.”

Camilo didn’t look like he believed her, but given the choice of either staying with her to make sure she stayed in one place or making his way to Casita to try and fix this, the choice was clear; he gave her a glare that Mirabel guessed was supposed to be intimidating like Alma before he jogged off. She did briefly entertain the thought of trying to make it to Casita on her own, but Camilo was right; chances were she would run into him on the way, and the last thing she wanted was a lecture.

Stay still and wait it was, then. At least the day was warm.

Mirabel closed her eyes, keeping still for her ribs, and for a few moments she actually drifted off so much that she was pretty sure she fell asleep sitting there; it was warm and she was tired, she was allowed! After another moment it occurred to her that maybe shifting to settle down on her uninjured side or even her back would be more comfortable if she was really starting to fall asleep, but by the same token the thought of moving hurt.

She was just about to risk it regardless–it would only be a brief pain, right?--when she felt a warm hand run along the back of her neck, before settling on her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. Mirabel grimaced, blinking the sleep from her eyes. “Who…?”

“Easy, easy,” Isabela’s voice was soft as her hand moved to her cheek, now, warm and soft; Mirabel sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into her touch and relaxing. “Mirabel, love, you shouldn’t fall asleep here.”

“‘M just waiting for Camilo to come back.” Words were hard when Isabela was so close and so warm, her flowery scent soothing every ache Mirabel thought she’d ever felt in her body.

“I know, I heard.” Isabela’s voice was soft. “You’re really just going to stay here until he gets back?” “Mm. I told him I would.”

“I’m more impressed that you actually meant it.” It was amused and Mirabel huffed, opening her eyes now to give her sister a half hearted glare; there was no real heat behind it, and all it did was make Isabela smile as she leaned in to kiss her hair.

“I listen sometimes,” Mirabel mumbled, closing her eyes again. “It hurts a little to move, anyway.”

Isabela pulled away from her now and Mirabel couldn’t help the whine that escaped her throat at the loss of contact, a sound that was oddly canine despite the fact that she was the most human of all her family members. “Isa,” she said, and she was so tired that she couldn’t even be ashamed of the plea in her tone.

Isabela chuckled, something low and rumbling, before she pressed another kiss to Mirabel’s hair again. “Hold still,” she murmured. “This might sting a little.”

Mirabel was about to ask what she meant, even going so far as opening her eyes again, when she felt it; Isabela shifted her gently, carefully lifting her up into her arms and holding her steady as the taller girl got comfortable on the fountain and settled her younger sister against her, keeping her hold loose and easy. It did hurt a little–Mirabel felt the sting of it along her side, just as Isabela had warned–but it was easy to ignore, surrounded by warmth and flowers as she was. She sighed, leaning back into her sister and closing her eyes again. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Just relax, yeah? Camilo will be back soon.”

Mirabel hummed to let Isabela know she’d heard her, but she wasn’t concerned; Isabela was here, and as long as she was with her she knew everything would be alright. She drifted off to sleep in her sister’s arms, content in that knowledge and the fact that her ribs no longer hurt.

[highlifeboat]

I dare you to draw Donna with a handlebar mustache

I want you to know I stopped doing Melon/Cass art for this

she rocks it tbh.

[highlifeboat]

Imagine Max introduces his mum to Dani but in his excitement he completely forgets that he works/lives with one of the lords and is dating this 12ft skyscraper’s daughter

She hasn’t even met the rest of the family

The only semi normal one is yeehaw Meesus eating out of a jar of jelly with her bare hands and she’s married to Lady Dimidome

*WHEEZE*

She would be polite while Max is introducing her to Daniela, and then have to take a moment to to hyperventilate before coming back. Cause let's be real, meeting a Dimitrescu would be fucking terrifying for a Villager considering all the (true) stories. Nevermind learning your child is DATING ONE-

And then Max is like "Come meet the rest of them :)" as if this is all normal because he's been there for so long now.

And it's like....

Bela? Very polite, kind of quiet. Seems to have a staring problem because she will not stop surveilling Max's Mom the entire time. Very tall.

Cass? Clearly a menace. Tries to scare the shit out of her (succeeds). Overall not awful, but aggressive (and lowkey kind of prying).

Alcina? Fine. Not as tall as his mom would have expected, actually. Very refined and polite, kind of makes her feel like a peasant. (She declines Alcina's offer of wine)

Mia? ...Weird. Just... Weird. But very nice, and the only non-cannibal woman in the family. (Doesn't understand how she managed to end up married to Alcina, but love finds a way she figures)

Overall reaction to the family: Not awful but also "How the fuck did my son end up here-"

[isamiral-soulwolf]

(Cat IsaMira)

Mirabel: *sowing a hole in Camilo’s poncho*

Isabela: *sits close by staring*

Mirabel: *smiles and waves*

Isabela: *staring intensifies*

Mirabel: *wondering if she did something wrong*

Isabela: *scoots closer not saying anything*

Mirabel: c-can I help you?

Isabela: *baps her glasses off*

Mirabel: what was that for?!

Isabela: for not giving me a hug

Mirabel:

Mirabel: YOU NEVER ASKED

Funnily enough, this is a pretty accurate take of their dynamic for awhile in the gift AU! Isabela and Mirabel were very close as kids before her gift ceremony, but then when Mirabel started seeing the strings she often got sent off with Dolores and Bruno for chores around the village, and she and Isabela didn't overlap very much.

Needless to say, it's a mixed bag for Isabela because she also gets used to Mirabel coming to her because of their shared string and occasionally giving her hugs and snuggles, but she never thought to actually seek her out herself because, well, dumb.

When Dolores eventually pointed out after like, a year or two of this silliness that why didn't Isabela just volunteer to help Mirabel with her chores, she was very Shocked Pikachu Face.

[highlifeboat]

I feel like if Max genuinely needed that mother-son talk, it’d take so much effort to drag himself to her. (I.e. when you tell your dog not to bite someone they really want to do they sulk over it).

Then you have Alcina…who’s more or less willing but at the same time, is like a cat that tries to escape a vet’s office. (I.e. She tries to escape but Dani gives her puppy eyes and so she succumbs to her fate)

If Max ever needed a legitimate Mother-Son talk, he'd be very much dragging his feet about it. Alone time with Alcina, the woman who probably hates him the most? Yeah, that doesn't seem like it would end well. But no one else can really help him so Daniela eventually has to drag him to her. (Like when your dog knows you're taking them to the vet, so they just sulk and refuse to move so it's harder for you)

Alcina's willing to talk with him (She isn't uncivil, after all, even if he isn't her favourite child-in-law). But it very much takes Daniela's momentary "Please, Mother, just help him." with sad eyes that no mother can resist on their child before she agrees.

But I like the thought that Max and Alcina have this semi serious alone time talk, and they end up getting along better because of it. That doesn't necessarily mean Alcina cares for him like a son or anything, but they just seem to see a little more eye to eye. Daniela doesn't know what these two talked about but she isn't gonna question it in the long run.

[highlifeboat]

Alcina: Thou shall not trip for no bitch. -Fuckdemhoes 6:9 4:20

Mia: *Casually walks in the room* Hi Alci!

Alcina: *Fucking face-plants* Forgive me, for I have sinned.

#stolefromzero

No one can resist Mia's cardboard box lookin ass.

Also I love you just copy pasting Zero's goofs.