dragon from a fairytale

Half-Dragon origins

Half-Dragons in D&D post something of a conundrum, specifically how do they come about.

It’s not such a big stretch when dealing with dragon species with a natural polymorphing tendency, and a brief fling, however the species without the inherent ability to shape shift have a few more mechanical difficulties.

Creatures of different species and size categories just aren’t met to cross breed…er…manually, but dragons being inherently magical and powerful gives us other options: taint and teratogenesis.

Taint: A powerful draconic presence can alter the landscape around their lair, it’s quite possible that they may taint the inhabitants of the area as well. Merely by existing in a place long enough, surrounding animals (and humanoids) may occasionally throw offspring with draconic traits, with no effort or plotting at all on the part of the dragon. This is dependent on things being able to survive near a dragon’s lair for long enough, but raises the possibility of unique encounters with draconic wildlife (half red dragon bunny, anyone?)

Teratogenesis: It used to be thought that a sufficiently bad fright to a pregnant woman would cause a deformity in the child she was carrying, and it would look like the thing that frightened her. It doesn’t work that way in reality, but with a dragon the rules are whatever you make them. In this instance a pregnant individual exposed to a dragon’s presence (frightful or otherwise) will have offspring that is part mummy, part daddy, and part dragon. This would be relatively rare, but then again I think it should be. It also doesn’t require much input from the dragon, but is dependent on the mother surviving.

Both of these methods for creating half-dragons could explain why kobolds try so hard to be around dragons, as it would increase the odds of a more powerful individual being born to their clan.

And if the dragon does want half-blooded descendents, it changes the fairytale from kidnapping the young maiden to kidnapping the recently married technically-no-longer-a-maiden.

Makes much more sense to me, especially for the chromatic dragons

spacedreamfighter  asked:

Hi, I have been looking for you for sometime, just started following you. Can I request a imagine were the Doctor gives reader a necklace. And it is an ancient Gallifreyian custom, to give your intended a necklace. Basically the pendant is in ancient Gallifreyian writing saying who you are being courted by. And you run in to the Master, this has been driving me up the wall I just can't write 10 yet. I am using the plot on one of the classic Doctors. Thanks for your time.

It had been another close call for you and the Doctor. It hadn’t occurred to you that when you agreed to travel with him so many other species wouldn’t be so civil. You’d just outrun the hexagontals, an alien that strongly resembled fire breathing dragons from fairytales. You and the Doctor had rescued their counterparts the aquanots, i.e. Water dragons, from slavery and dehydration by their stronger brethren. Needless to say the hexagontals were less than pleased with you.

The TARDIS doors bolted open as your foot soles slammed to the main control room floor. With your back you held the door closed, a little singed and smelling smokey but no worst for wear. At the console the Doctor twisted knobs with soot on his handsome face, his glasses on in a flick and his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. You blew out a puff of breath and then jumped as a weight punched the doors. Before you could panic the tubes at the center began to swish and pull and the reassuring whooshing whirring of time travel filled the space.

“Where are we now?” You asked sometime later, when the TARDIS had stilled and the Doctor was smiling at you again.

“Well, I thought we’d take a moment to have a breather. That sort of thing.” He said crossing the room to put his long fingered hands on the door. You smiled as he quirked and eyebrow and looked over his shoulder. His ancient brown eyes seemed to search yours before he opened the doors and left. For a moment you stood there, thinking of all he’d become to you, and how you’d come to love him so fiercely. You were sure he’d never feel the same, because sure he thought you were clever and kind, and yes he smiled at only you in that way that crinkled those ancient brown eyes, but romance was not his cup of tea.

Your pondering was interrupted when those long dark tresses and gorgeous delicately freckled face popped back inside the TARDIS. He extended his hand and asked, “Coming ___________?”. You nodded, shaking your forlorn thoughts and gasped when you took in the world around you, hands lifting to your mouth in awe.

The sky was pure purple, a mixture of the deepest plum and the prettiest electric violet. The sand beneath your feet was pale pink, shimmering like tiny pearls made up each grain. The waves crashing against it was made entirely of sapphires rolling with white diamonds dotting the tips like foam. You’d never seen anything like it in your life. When you looked at the Doctor, he had that toothy white smile marveling at the delight on your face and by the set of his shoulders you could tell he was quite pleased with himself.

Still speechless you eased yourself down to sit in the sand and he followed your lead, stretching his long brown pants clad legs in front of him, off white converse showing more visibly. Suddenly his hand was on yours as you sat in comfortable silence. You wanted to look at his face, to find meaning in the touch of his hand but instead resolved to allow his immense warmth to seep from that touch all the way to your bones.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, ___________. Your absolutely brilliant, and I could watch your face to see your expressions and see how you take every new adventure in forever.” He said, braking the silence. You inhaled and turned to see he was still staring at the sapphire ocean as he spoke, but his thick brown brows were pulled down and lines creased between them. You’d seen that look before, it meant he was thinking about Galifrey, his home planet. About the time war. It ached you inside to see that face.

He pulled his hand away and kept that serious and deep looking, easing from the sand and standing before you. Finally, he outstretched his hand and you took it happily, searching your mind to find a way to pull him out of his self doubt and despair.

“Doctor I-” you began to say but he stopped you.

“Long ago, on my home planet, there was a ceremony and this custom we Time Lords had. It was for those we loved, sort of like the way humans propose marriage, only a bit different. Maybe it won’t even mean much to you, but we’ve had a lot of tough journeys lately.” He said, those ancient and endless brown eyes boring into yours, one hand in his pocket and concern marring his brow. You were trying desperately to understand so finally your hand touched his suit jacket sleeve.

“You can tell me anything. You can talk to me about Galifrey. I know it makes you sad but you can talk to me about happy things too. I want to know all about where you come from.” You answered, encouraging him to go on. He ran a hand down the back of his head and smiled shyly.

“Right. Weeellll, here ya go.” And carefully he placed something in your palm and squeezed your fingers over it in one swift motion. You laughed and opened you fingers delicately. Inside was one of the most beautiful pieces of jewelry you’d ever seen. It was a delicate chain that glimmered like starlight and hanging from it was the circles and odd symbols you’d seen somewhere in the library in the TARDIS. You were profoundly happy but also confused, what did it mean and how was it connected to proposals on Earth?

Seemingly satisfied with your joy, he then took the chain from your fingers and stood behind you. You weren’t sure if maybe you were imagining it but he felt closer and warmer than ever before, as of you could nearly feel his hearts jumping out of his chest to press against your back. He eased the pendant in front of your eyes and you could feel him connecting the chain.

“Once when these were worn by other Time Lords, it showed others who was courting you. Who you were meant for. Who you’d want to spend your life with. And now I’m giving it to you. It’s mine, it says the Doctor. It doesn’t mean I own you, and if you ever change your mind I don’t want it back. I just felt like you deserved something to mark how you are the end of my loneliness.” He said and tears filled your eyes. He was wonderful, he was perfect, he was impossibly maddening and you felt the weight of what he’d done heavily in your heart. Because you know he’d just admitted how much he loved you, how he’d want you as his companion always. Finally you flung yourself into his arms, catching him off balance as he fell to the soft sand and you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Oh thank you, Doctor. Thank you.” You whispered.

The memories flashed across your mind if you’d been on that sapphire shore only days ago, instead of months. The Master, the last Time Lord and the exact counterpart of your beloved Doctor had you strapped against a metal board standing upright. You weren’t afraid as mad as the Master was, your Doctor would come for you. He always did. It wasn’t until the maddening eyes of the blonde man caught your necklace did you begin to worry. In a swift motion he tore it from your throats and you cried out as he tossed it aside, it skidding across the floor and into the shadows.

“You don’t belong with him. And he can’t save you now.” The Master mocked, seeing the clear and very real fear and distress on your face.

“Wouldn’t say that if I was you.” And you fell lax against your bonds as you heard that soft and authoritative voice. There he was, standing long and lean against a darkened doorway, the silhouette of those messy brown spikes, the blue suit and bright red tie, sonic screwdriver at hand and fierce eyes.

“Alright?” He asked you and you nodded vigorously. Of course you were now that he was here. The Master wasn’t willing to give up that easily though and threatened to blow the entire ship to bits. You panicked but only for a second, because the Doctor had gotten the two of you out of tougher situations.

With a loud thud the power system shorted in the ship thanks to the handy sonic, and your bonds released automatically. You rubbed the place they’d been pressed against your skin and started to run to your Doctor. Before you made it to his safe and warm embrace you heard the chilling, grated sounds of the word, “Exterminaaaaate.” In seconds the room was filled with Daleks and the Doctor yelled, “We have to go. Run.” And his hand was just within your reach. Beans began flying though the air, hot and murderous as bullets, buzzing with voltage beyond human knowledge.

Your mouth set in a firm line and your chin jutting out just so, you slid to your front on the cold grate floor and dove into the shadows.

“___________!!!” The Doctor cried and the sheer fear and helplessness, the edge of rage nearly broke you in two. Fumbling blindly with your hands you finally clutched the metal chain with the pendant attached. You breathed a sigh of relief and pressed your lips to the sacred Galifreyan writing. Quick as lightning you were on your feet again and running to the Doctor. His warm hand squeezed yours hard and he led you down a darkened hallway, the Daleks following and sending death beams at your heels.

At last the TARDIS was in sight and with the force of all his strength the Doctor shoved you through the doors and your palms smacked the floor. You nearly flew back out to help him when you heard the buzzing of the sonic and the Daleks slowing down, their words becoming deeper and slower. For a moment you were frozen with fear and wishing the silence didn’t stretch so long.

At last he flew inside and brushing past you began flipping switches and biting his sonic between his teeth. With a shake the ship flew into motion and you remained sitting on the floor trying to catch your breath. Hands in his pockets he began pacing the control room and you realized he was upset, in fact you’d venture to say he was pretty angry. You were pretty sure you knew why.

“I’m sorry it’s just-” you began to say but he cut you off biting the pad of his thumb just before he began to speak.

“Don’t know what I’d have done. If you’d been hurt. Or worst.” He said.

“I know and I’m sorry. It’s just, that pendant, it means more to me than anything, any gift I’ve ever received. And I just couldn’t, I couldn’t bear to lose it.” You said, tears filling your eyes at the thought of never seeing it again.

“It’s a piece of your home. Of you. And I’m turn it’s part of me, and my home. Cause that’s wherever, or whenever you are.” You continued, meeting his eyes and speaking without even blinking or looking away. Before you could take your next breath his hands were on your face and his lips were pressing to yours in soft and tender emotions deep as space. Your hands fell to your sides, the necklace still at hand as you poured all your lent up longing and love into kissing him back. It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been seconds, but it felt like the greatest moment of your life and it would never be long enough. Then he pulled away and issued you that perfect white smile at full wattage.

“How bout I fix that for you?” He said happily, putting the tip of the sonic to the broken chain, easing his black thick framed glasses up his nose while the light headed and giggling feeling from his kiss remained with you.

anonymous asked:

Hi, would you update the soul bond tag please? I love this blog, it's amazing!

This is Where it All Begins… by hannahlenore (complete | 32,347 | NR)

The pack is living in an alternate universe where all supernatural creatures are born with (or appeared when bitten) a “soul mark,” that matches the one of their soul mate. It can be a star, a lightning bolt or just as simple as a red triangle. But, when Stiles gets his, tying him to a supernatural creature, they are all shell-shocked when it comes as a triskele.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by yodasyoyo (complete | 5,686 | T)

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek’s voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don’t exist?

True Mates are just in Fairytales by LaBelleetlaloup (complete | 29,605 | M)

Stiles is a peasant, who’s lived in the Argent’s kingdom of Francia his whole life. He misses his mother but he’s very proud of his father’s status as an Elder. When the Hales of Triskele win the war against the Argents, he never imagines that it will effect him at all. But then Queen Laura, Prince Derek and Princess Cora show up in his village about a tree the Argents cut down decades before. The Prince flirts with him and says something nice about coming back to visit… but it’s not like that’s really going to happen. They might be from another kingdom but surely no one thinks that True Mates are something that happens outside of a fairytales about valiant knights rescuing princesses from dragons!

As it happens, Derek might think True Mates are a real thing.

The Royal Omega by iamfrenchy (complete | 22,602 | E)

When Stiles presents as the first omega in almost 50 years he gets shoved into a life he didn’t expect to ever experience. When Stiles shows up at the palace he didn’t expect to steal the heart of the Prince by just standing there!

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are soulmates and they’re quite the rare pair.

Take back what you hid, my love by Mynuet (complete | 7,221 | G)

A spell goes wrong and sends Derek bouncing through his past lives, searching for the key for how to get home and haunted by the same set of golden eyes.

jewicer  asked:

Do you have any Omega!Stiles fics where Omegas are looked down upon? Or I guess, mistreated? Sorry if that's too much of a prompt. School's out, and I need my fics. <3 u guys

i did my best

Worth Your Weight in Gold (Take 2) by mourninghope (orphan_account) (18/? | 23,326 | NC17)

Derek Hale, Alpha Wolf, purchases half-wolf omega Stiles Stilinski just after the teen’s first heat.

Soothing the Savage Beast by missmagoo (9/9 | 17,348 | NC17)

Stiles had always hoped it wouldn’t come to this.

He knows he has to be sold once he comes of age, but being bought at auction by a crazy billionaire as a gift for his feral nephew? That’s worse than any deep, dark fear he could have ever imagined.

True Mates are just in Fairytales by LaBelleetlaloup (11/11 | 21,605 | R)

Stiles is a peasant, who’s lived in the Argent’s kingdom of Francia his whole life. He misses his mother but he’s very proud of his father’s status as an Elder. When the Hales of Triskele win the war against the Argents, he never imagines that it will effect him at all. But then Queen Laura, Prince Derek and Princess Cora show up in his village about a tree the Argents cut down decades before. The Prince flirts with him and says something nice about coming back to visit… but it’s not like that’s really going to happen. They might be from another kingdom but surely no one thinks that True Mates are something that happens outside of a fairytales about valiant knights rescuing princesses from dragons!

As it happens, Derek might think True Mates are a real thing.

I’ll make an alpha out of you by ElisAttack (1/3 | 3,098 | R)

“Did they send me omegas, when I asked for men!” Peter Hale shouts.

Stiles clenches his fists in anger. The scar tissue along his side where he burnt away his omega mark itches. Stiles may be pretending to be an alpha, but he knows deep down what he really is. Once an omega, always an omega.

Or the one where Stiles takes his father’s place in a war he doesn’t believe in.

Jungkook - First Kiss

Dating Jeon Jungkook for five weeks had been magical. It was as if he was a prince that came to save you from the dragon in the castle– it felt like a fairytale. 

He grinned at you as you sat next to each other, his hand on yours. You smiled back nervously before he squeezed your hand protectively. 

Here you are– sat at the dinner table, in front of his parents… Five weeks is too early to meet the parents they said but for Jungkook, it was important to show off to his parents who had been behind his happiness these past few weeks. 

“So you go to Kookie’s school” Soohyun, Jungkook’s mom asked as she took a bite of her food. 

“Yeah I do” you breathed, a smile playing on your lips as you looked up. 

Soohyun nodded and your eyes fell back on your plate. 

“So how did you guys met?” it was Jungkook’s father turn to ask. 

“Ah…” you mumbled, suddenly feeling nervous all over again, you looked up at him before snapping your head to your boyfriend who squeezed your hand. 

‘I got this’ he mouthed and winked. 

You let a sigh of relief before smiling back, finally feeling eased. 

“We met outside my locker, I bumped into her and she fell” Jungkook smiled, he glanced at you before his eyes landed on your arm. “Hurt her elbow pretty bad” he mumbled, staring at your elbow for a few moments before waking up from his trance. “Can we be excused?” he asked politely before he averted his gaze back to you then glanced up to his parents who nodded with a smile. 

“Sure his mom grinned

"Thanks mom!” he called out before grabbing your hand and made a run for it. 

“What are you doing” you giggled as you were pulled into his room and the door slammed behind you. 

Jungkook grinned at you as you stood there, looking at his room. But soon a gasp escaped your lips as he edged over you, his large hands placed on either side of your head as your body was being pushed up the door. 

“You don’t understand what you do to me, Y/N” Jungkook breathed against your lips. 

You could feel his hot breath wash over you. “What do I do to you?” you mumbled as you shyly looked up to meet his gaze. 

He grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest. “This” he whispered as he looked down lovingly at you. “You make me heart race every single time– you make me go crazy” he mumbled before running his nose over your cheek. 

He pulled away and smiled as you looked up with your big eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you now” he said, looking at you for permission. 

You bit your lips and nodded. He smiled as he eyed your lips before he leaned down and gently pressed his lips against yours. 

anonymous asked:

Soulmate tag update?

True Mates are just in Fairytales by LaBelleetlaloup (8/11 | 19,570 | Rated M)

Stiles is a peasant, who’s lived in the Argent’s kingdom of Francia his whole life. He misses his mother but he’s very proud of his father’s status as an Elder. When the Hales of Triskele win the war against the Argents, he never imagines that it will effect him at all. But then Queen Laura, Prince Derek and Princess Cora show up in his village about a tree the Argents cut down decades before. The Prince flirts with him and says something nice about coming back to visit… but it’s not like that’s really going to happen. They might be from another kingdom but surely no one thinks that True Mates are something that happens outside of a fairytales about valiant knights rescuing princesses from dragons!

As it happens, Derek might think True Mates are a real thing.

You belong with me by hellodickspeight (complete | 2,802 | Rated T)

“Stiles’ birthmark is on his left hip and it reads ‘Derek’ and when he was young he befriended all Dereks he crossed paths with just in case his soulmate was one of them. (They all weren’t.)”

I (Hate) Love You by EmmaClark (complete | 1,170 | Rated E)

Stiles was born with the same name on both wrists. Which meant he would either hate his soulmate or love his worst enemy. So how does it work out when he meets the one Derek Hale?

Werewolf Married series  by Inell (21 works | 150,360 | Rated E)

‘Wherein Stiles nuts and runs, suspects any and all fairytale endings, but falls foul of sustained and earnest wooing by his alpha prince Derek Hale’

My Heart Began a Thumpin’, Babe You Had It Jumpin’ by hazelNuts (complete | 1,780 | Rated T)

Finally, Derek hears the Jeep coughing itself towards the house. The front door opening. The sound of voices. Footsteps on the stairs. Footsteps on the landing. Nothing for a couple seconds, then Derek’s door opens.
Derek stops his pacing, standing rigidly in the middle of his room, holding his breath.

The Royal Omega by iamfrenchy (complete | 22,602 | Rated E)

When Stiles presents as the first omega in almost 50 years he gets shoved into a life he didn’t expect to ever experience. When Stiles shows up at the palace he didn’t expect to steal the heart of the Prince by just standing there!

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are soulmates and they’re quite the rare pair.


“So this is what happens while my back is turned? The moment the all mighty Krin steps out, a disgusting cocaroach runs its filthy hooves all over my wife and claims it as theirs?” He chuckled, curling his lips as he continued to laugh cynically, “How adorable is that?! In the moment of my absence you take the chance to ‘rescue’ the princess from the dragon? Oh how I love fairytales… hehehe” He suddenly stopped his laughter, “ There is one missing detail however.. Dragons always protect what is theirs. I do not like to share and Nemo, my Wife, my Princess, my Queen, I am prepaired to go back to how I was for him. So what are you going to do ‘Knight’?”


Nemo: “KRIIIN!! KRIIIIIIIN!!” he cried out, attempting to reach out for him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was really Krin. He came back for him just like he had hoped. “Kriin..” he gasped, tears would continue to pour out from his eyes. They said he wouldn’t come yet here he is. Ready to rescue him and take him away. Nemo knew all along that Krin would come back. It was simply as he said, because he loves him.