#draconus

[beezonia]

If weaver and draconus ever met. This is what most of the cameras would get if they managed to sneak a photo of them

Weaver for sure sticks her middle fingers up at the press, whilst draconus stays silent only butting in when he’s needed then leaves

(Weaver is spider kagami btw for those who don’t know!)

Also weavers outfit is a work in progress I’ll post that redesign again soon!

[chloristoflora]

"What are you talking about?"

"Dragnipur needs to feed. Look around us, mortal. There are those who, at long last, fail in pulling this burden. They are carried to the wagon, then, and tossed onto it - you think this is preferable? Too weak to move, they are soon buried by those like them. Buried, trapped for eternity. And the more the wagon bears, the greater its weight - the more difficult the burden for those of us still able to heave on these chains. Do you understand? Dragnipur needs to feed. We require... fresh legs. Tell Rake - he must draw the sword. He must take souls. Powerful ones, preferably. And he must do so soon-"

"What will happen if the wagon stops, Draconus?"

The man who forged his own prison was silent for a long time. "Project your vision, mortal, onto our trail. See for yourself, what pursues us."

Memories of Ice, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #3)

[cinder-no]

The Dragon Man - Pony Town

[segacity]

A preview of 'Draconus: Cult of the Wyrm' on the Dreamcast. Source: A Dreamcast Q1 2000 Retail Video.

[krystalrosepro]

Framework is finished time for editing.

[hellman55]

Longplay of Draconus: Cult of the Wyrm/Dragon's Blood

[flamboyantraichu]

Snowpoint City. So Close, Yet So Far

Friede/Reader A journey to Snowpoint City takes a slight detour when a snowstorm comes in. You and Friede hunker down in a cave, and the close proximity reminds you that your attraction for him will always be one-sided. That's what you think, anyways.

ao3 vers: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62942968

tags: Second Person POV, Gender Neutral Reader, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Blizzards & Snowstorms, Cuddling for Warmth

1,712 words

At first, the snow was light, dusting the ground beneath your boots but doing very little to stop the quick pace you walked. It occasionally fell in your face and on your hair, but you shook it off just as quick. Then it came down harder. The once lightly covered ground seemed to swallow your shoes with every step. It was getting harder to see, and while both you and Friede wore goggles, the white-out conditions were becoming too much. Friede practically dragged you to the first cave he saw. 

“Charizard!” A flash of light, and the draconus lizard was out, the fire on its tail lighting up the surroundings. The snow beneath you started to melt with the heat. You stretched your arms out, a soft sigh escaping your lips as your fingers started to warm up. You glanced around the place. The walls were rocky, go figure, and there were long stalactites hanging from the ceiling. It was impossible to tell how deep the cave went, but as long as the heat stayed right where it was, you didn’t need to worry too much about that. To your left, Friede was already on the ground, leaning close to Charizard’s tail. His shoulders were shaking. 

Charizard lightly growled when you pat its head, flashing you the best smile it could make.

“Thank you.”

You sat next to Friede, not enough to be touching, but enough to get his attention. Yellow eyes glared over at you.

“Remind me again why we’re doing this,” his voice was shaky, teeth clenched together. 

“We have to get to Snowpoint somehow.” You hummed. You pulled your hands back, resting them on your lap. “It's getting pretty late anyways. We can wait for the snowstorm to blow over in the morning.”

Charizard let out a grumble, slumping down onto the rocky floor. It sighed, smoke blowing out its nostrils. Friede reached over to Charizard and stroked the top of the Pokemon’s head like you did before.

“Take a nap,” Friede whispered. He looked down at Captain, who was already snuggled up in his lap, dozing off. “I think Cap is alright with that.”

“Friede, um,” You avoided his gaze, instead looking down at your own hands. Despite being so close to Charizard’s fire, your own arms were still cold under your jacket. “Sorry for dragging you all the way out here with me. I know you hate the cold.”

A hand touched your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling.

 “It’s okay. I’ll survive,” Friede joked, giving your shoulder a squeeze. “I’d do anything for you– as the commander of the Rising Volt Tacklers, and your best friend.”

You returned his sentiment with a smile. Friede would let you drag him all the way to Alola for a malasada if it made you happy. Because you were good friends. Nothing else. You clenched the fabric of your coat sleeve and took a deep breath. It was hard feeling just friendship for Friede. He was a great leader to the team, that's for sure, but he was also an incredible person, caring for you and helping you reach your goals when things got tough. The two of you always joked around with each other, going on weird adventures and stupid side-missions much like this one. Whenever you were sad something didn’t go quite the way you wanted, he’d always be around to cheer you up and remind you just because you failed, didn’t mean you were a failure. You’d go as far as to say you loved the man. If only he returned your feelings.

Friede laid back, his upper body resting against Charizard. He took his goggles off his head and set them off to the side. White hair fell in front of his face, and you resisted the urge to read over and push the strands out of the way. He grinned in your direction.

“I’m going to sleep, and dream about being on the beach in Hau’oli City.”

You shook your head. “Pfft– Good luck with that, Friede.” 

It took a little maneuvering, but eventually you found a comfortable, pebble-free spot on the ground near Charizard’s tail to lay. The air was still bitter on your cheeks, but you dozed off quickly.

The wind whistled in your ears, snowflakes gently falling at the opening of the cave. You weren’t sure what time it was, but it was still pitch dark, safe for the glow of Charizard’s tail. You moved in your sleep it seemed, now a foot or two more away from the fire than you were before. You sat up. Your arms were shaking, and your fingers felt twice as cold. Looking up from the ground, you immediately made eye contact with Friede. He was still laying against Charizard, his arms crossed over his chest. Captain Pikachu was nowhere to be seen.

“Cap’s back in his ball,” Friede supplied, as if he had read your mind. “Is it me or did it get colder in here?”

Careful not to touch Charizard’s tail, you scooted your body closer to Friede, just inches away like before. You didn’t have any fire type pokemon with you. The best you could do was just be semi-close to Friede. If only…

“Would be nice if we had blankets or something.” 

Friede’s eyes were on you. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but nothing ever passed his lips. 

“Maybe we should try and go deeper?” You looked into the narrowing section of the cavern. Water was dripping down from the ceiling. “Actually maybe that’s not a good idea–”

Your words cut off at the sound of your name. You glanced back over at Friede. He was holding a hand out to you.

“Get closer to me.”

“Huh?” You felt your face heat up, and you were grateful the red light of the cave left no trace of it. 

“We can share body heat. At least until morning when it finally warms up.”

Leave it to Friede to be level-headed even in a situation he hates. You bit at your lip. That definitely was a good idea, but the last thing you wanted to do was freak out on Friede over your own feelings then have an awkward journey to Snowpoint and back when he told you he doesn’t feel the same way. The two of you would pretend things were fine but he'll eventually kick you off the crew from how weird it got between you two. Then you’d never see Friede again– 

An arm tugged at yours, pulling you out of your catastrophizing and onto Friede’s lap. Your chest was pulled flush against his– as much as they could with the coats, anyways– and his arms wrapped securely around your waist. You instinctively shifted your legs, now fully straddling him. Being warm was the last thing you had to worry about now, with your body burning from the situation. Friede grinned. 

“You were taking too long.” He hummed, leaning his head back against Charizard. His next words came out in a whisper. “You’re really warm.”

Friede noticed pretty quickly how stiff you were. One of his arms trailed up your back, pushing you towards him. Your head landed on his shoulder. 

“You can lay on me, I’ll be fine.” 

“Y– yeah,” Friede tilted his head, yellow eyes staring into your own. His eyebrows pinched together. His bangs fell back over his face.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, before you could stop yourself, you reached up, taking the hair and pushing it back behind his ear. Your hand stayed on his cheek. 

“Your hair was bothering me,” you tried to reason, and it came out as a whisper. You glanced down at Friede’s parted lips. He licked them.

Friede said your name, but you looked away this time, eyes focused on the scales of Charizard’s head. It was certainly asleep by now. You heard your name again.

“Friede,” 

A short moment passed, and before you could even say anything else, a pair of cold, slightly chapped lips pressed against your own. You weren’t sure what you were expecting out of a moment like this, but it left you unable to move. To even think. Part of you was convinced you were still on the hard floor, dreaming up the situation as you always did back on the ship. You wished you could pinch yourself, but your hands wouldn't budge. Friede pulled back. He looked at you with half-opened eyes. There was a frown on his face.

“I–” Your body finally caught up. You cut off the rest of Friede’s sentence, pushing your lips back into his. He hummed, pulling your body even closer to him, and one of his hands pressed itself against the one on his cheek. You felt the same relief as the warmth of Frede’s Pokemon provided, but this warmth felt better. It felt natural, and you couldn’t get enough of it. Your other hand pressed against his arm. 

Friede soon pulled back again. The fingers on your hand interlocked with yours, falling down to rest on your leg. He cleared his throat.

“I like you!” you blurted out, your free hand slapping against your mouth immediately after. Friede laughed.

“Really? I thought you kissed me back because you hated me?”

You playfully punched him in the shoulder. He laughed even more, his body underneath shaking yours.

“Shut up!”

The laugher soon died down, the cave being filled with the sounds of wind and dripping once more. You yawned. 

“Let’s talk about this in the morning,” Friede whispered. His thumb rubbed the top of your gloved hand, his other hand stroking your back. You rested your head against his chest.

“Okay,” you responded, closing your eyes. The faint beating of Friede’s heart lulled you into a warm sleep, dreaming of the two of you on Hau’oli City’s beach. 

The wind died down with the setting of the moon. Through the light snowflakes, the sun reflected off the ground and onto your face. To your left, Friede’s shoulder was against your own, walking side by side with gloved hands interlocked by your waist. With his other hand, he pointed out a quickly growing city in the distance. Snowpoint was near.

[habits-white-rabbit]

Kim

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[transfemmbeatrice]

i took a stab at translating the latin in the perpetua theme. it should be noted that i do not speak, read, or understand latin in any way. i'll post the isolated vocals at the bottom if anyone else wants to give it a shot.

there are 8 little segments. i feel confident about 3 of them. i’m sure there’s stuff i heard wrong, and it's further complicated by the fact that there are two different kinds of latin: traditional/original latin and ecclesiastical latin (which is still used in churches). i'm guessing this leans towards the latter but it was harder to find good translation sources for that so. i did my best. also, jack's accent also makes puzzling out the pronunciation and reverse-engineering the spelling extra complicated.

The first one sounds like nota quaero nota can translate to a lot of things, but most likely here it means a mark/sign, or maybe known facts. quaero means search/seek/desire so this one is something along the lines of I am seeking a sign (or possibly seeking information)

The second one sounds like altare dealbo altare means an altar or offerings, which matches up with the lore we have dealbo is literally 'make white' meaning, in a religious context, to cleanse or purify roughly, Purify the altar.

the third one was harder. i think it starts lōra te and the last word sounds like beno except that's not a word lōra te can mean a laurel crown or more broadly, victory or honor beno isn't a word but it sounds like a variation on 'good' so maybe something about to honor you well?

fourth one is antiquă străbonus* antiquă is ancient or time-honored străbonus means squinting or jealous? so basically... ancient jealousy

*edit: i forgot to say i wasn’t 100% sure on the second bit, and shoulder-lizard pointed out it’s probably draconus and ancient dragons makes more sense!

the fifth one again sounds like it has something similar to bene and then Perpetua. obv perpetua is a proper noun, but its worth noting that the latin translates to continuously/forever. which for whatever reason hit harder for me than "perpetual." very loosely spitballing with what might be a form of 'good', i wrote this down as Blessed Perpetua but i really have no clue

the sixth one sounds like computatus Dĭēs computatus predictably translates to computing/calculating/reckoning dies means day but Dĭēs apparently means The Day or a divine personification of the day. weirdly that one comes from the regular latin dictionary and not either of the ecclesiastical ones. but calculating the day makes perfect sense

the last two i basically got nothing. seven sounds like threasio perpetua but i couldn't find anything even really resembling that as a latin word. eight was very hard to make out, but the end sounds like minĭvato? the closest i could find is mĭnĭtātĭo which means intimidation/threat which does fit but i'm not placing a lot of stock in it.

i would love to hear other people's thoughts, especially if someone actually knows any latin.

[beezonia]

Dragon Felix? 💜🐉

This is a really rough sketch but I like it (maybe) Meet Draconus!

I feel like fe using the dragon miraculous would just let him be slightly looser but at the same time more strict and in time with himself

Hence why I gave him quite flowy pants and a very simple outfit as opposed to his peacock outfit!

I was very much inspired by the colour guards in a marching band too!

If I had coloured this I’d give him red streaks too!

Fun fact all I could think about during this was non binary Felix!

Hope you like!

[skylarsblue]

♡Fields of Mistria; Farmers♡

❀Cordelia Amana❀ Farm Name: Draconus Farm Pronouns: She/Her Identity: Cis Fem, Omnisexual Birthday: Summer 18 (Leo) Loves: Beet soup, Statuette of Caldarus, sapphire, fog orchid, Horn Circlet, crystal wing moth, snapdragon, blue conch shell, pumpkin pie, & pumpkin stew. Likes: Cranberry juice, Unknown Dragon Statuette, hydrangea, daffodil, petalhopper, luna moth, jewel beetle, cherry tart, rainbow trout, koi, salmon, apple pie, roasted rice tea, crystal berries, blueberry jam, shark, night queen, pomegranate, & cherry. Traits: Adventurous, passionate, absentminded, compulsive, frugal, disruptive, cheerful, breezy, & forgetful.

☆Desmond Seymour☆ Farm Name: Apello Farm Pronouns: He/Him Identity: Cis Male, Homosexual Birthday: Winter 16 (Capricorn) Loves: Alda Feather Pendant, tuna, sand dollar, deluxe curry, lobster roll, Giant Fish Scale, apple, crabcakes, Alda Gem Bracelet, & bullfrog. Likes: Apple juice, sage, chili pepper, potato soup, Caldosian Drinking Horn, chili coconut curry, peach, cosmos, Stone Horse, copper ore, Aldarian Sword, Alda Bronze Sword, carrot, Water Sphere, swordfish, Crab Statue, holly, ruby, chickpeas, & giant koi. Traits: Cold, charmless, anticipative, enigmatic, blunt, decisive, hardworking, idiosyncratic, & reserved.

✹Calloway Hamasaki�� Farm Name: Caelestis Farm Pronouns: He/They Identity: Masc-NB, Demisexual Biromantic Birthday: Spring 26 (Cancer) Loves: Ritual Scepter, Alda Mural Tablet, floral tea, Ancient Crystal Goblet, onion soup, Alda Clay Pot, moon fruit, frost lily, chickpea curry, Ritual Beads. Likes: Noodles, herb salad, iris, Ancient Royal Scepter, Black Tablet, snowdrop anemone, daikon radish, garlic bread, bluefish, freshwater oyster, shards, Weightless Stone, Perfect Sapphire, seaweed, orange, rosemary, fuzzy moth, cucumber, dragonfly, & sea scarab. Traits: Ambitious, skeptical, clumsy, compassionate, eloquent, obedient, anxious, aimless, & honest.

[roninoftheblacksand]

Ronin left the encounter with Zai feeling defeated. Not just in his failed attempt only hours from his return to avoid being distracted once again. There was also something of a rift that had forged between him and the croc. An unexpected divide from one he thought could be an ally in this war for their gods. Only it appeared fate had other plans. Their difference too great to ignore or bury beneath whatever feeling of the flesh grew within him. Ronin ran to Acoma for knowledge and the distance needed to purge himself of distractions only to find there was one distraction not even his resolve could bend. And so he made a vow not to allow another to step behind the sand castle walls he would build around himself. Seeking allies was a weakness of his early teachings, of when he was still a powerless child to great warriors. Now he had his own power and needed no other to aid him. At least no other soul among their ranks....

He took Lil Draco, later renaming Draconus soon after the elven threat was buried, to the camp housing those who dared take aim at his God. The pair of them faced the elves head on and left them buried in a wake of rock, blood and ash. When it came to an end Ronin stood over the female elf that led them. Still drawing her last breaths as she watched the difference in power between their gods. But before she left this earth Ronin whispered words stolen from locked tomes of Acoma. When they used to pass the souls of guardians into stone golem to watch over the hatchlings of the island. A practice long abandoned as it robbed the souls of peace in the afterlife. Ronin found such a fate fitting that she would not be reunited with her people or her departed twin. Made to serve at his side and will until the release the bind around her soul and she faded into nothing. Forgotten dust in the wind. Ronin claimed her and her general that day and forged a path ahead to the throne that awaited him.

As he grew in power he further distanced himself from the other Acolytes. Feeling no need for bonds with those he would one day rise above. And it seemed fair to say his feats had earned him much attention from the Inner Circle. So much so they gave no fuse to him taking the life of another Acolyte who tried to challenge him. Taken the golden child of Hera into his dark sands to add to his ranks. But alas as much as he distanced himself and pushed the rift wider between he and the file beast of shadow waters fate would once again decide a different path for him.

He was training against Igris, her helmet and sword laid to the side as they exchanged hand to hand blows. Since taking more of warlock role he did not engage in direct combat unless dire. Still he would not let his skill dull if a foe thought his distance gave them an opening to attack him face to face. They would fall in their misstep like all others. The pair had come to a break when a door appeared in the middle of the training grounds. The notable gateway to his King when he was being summoned to serve. Without a look Ronin dismissed Igris, her helmet and sword melting into the ground along with her. Returned to the well of power that resonated within Ronin once again. As he approached the door with no handle, it opened without a knock or push for him to enter. Arriving at the private Alter of their King, their highest of gods, Silas Knight. An audience only given to those deemed worthy of his company or wrath. Ronin took a couple steps before he came down to one knee and bowed without giving much attention to anything else. "How may I be of service my Lord?" A slight raise of his chin once the proper respect was paid would reveal Silas was not the only God there...and Ronin was not the only Acolyte. His distraction...the shadow that stood on the other side of the rift....Zainab. He too stood only a few feet away as if the distance Ronin had fought for over the last year had been erased against his will.

[preston-holt]

Draconus you have to stop. Your person too mysterious. Your visage too unknowable. Your queen is too bad. Rake will kill you.

[ae-neon]

Memories of Ice bookmarks except there were so many twists and turns I kept forgetting to take notes

1. Draconus, of Tiam's kin. K'rul, Opener of the Paths.'

Who is Tiam🤔

2. Treach is a First Hero, a demigod, a Soletaken ascendant—'

Demi-god?? Is Rake that? Who is Rake's father?

3. Artanthos

I fucking knew something was up with him, welcome back Tayschernn

4. memories of ice.

Noice

5. The Son of Darkness was joined by Lady Envy, and the Soletaken known as Osric.

Another Osric mention, reveal him!!

6. Are there not slaves in the Malazan Empire?'

👀

7. 'I yield to no-one, Toc the Younger.'

Tool, I love you so much

8. 'Memories of ice.'

Again???

9. Turned the eastlands into molten stone that cooled and became something that defied sorcery.

OTATARAL!!!!!!!!!!

10. Dassem Ultor, who was broken by Hood's taking of his daughter at the Time of the Chaining – this was a devastating blow. Dassem Ultor, the First Sword reborn—

I'm confused, when was the chaining, I thought it happened thousands of years ago?

11. 'Fener shall be the first casualty in the war with the Crippled God. The Boar shall fall – and none can save him.

Damn

12. do you dare challenge a servant of the lord of death?' The T'lan Imass's desiccated lips peeled back. 'Why would we hesitate, Jaghut? Now ask of your lord, does he dare challenge us?'

HYYYYYYYYYYPE

13. I feel the need for Silannah's comfort.'

Is this...am I reading this wrong 😳 are they having dragon sex?

14. 'He is the Shield Anvil. Fener knows grief, so much grief that it is beyond his capacity to withstand it. And so he chooses a human heart. Armoured. A mortal soul, to assume the sorrow of the world. The Shield Anvil.

Steven Erikson is gonna make me cry again, I think

15. In your shadow lies honour.'

🥹 Itkovian getting the respect he deserves

16. Aral Gamelon—'

17. the House has found, in a distant land, its Mortal Sword.

👀🤔

18. And what of you, Felisin?

😭😭😭😭

19. 'First among the Bonecasters. Eleint, the First Soletaken.

Raest said something about Eleint in GotM

20. 'Shall I drown like Crust and Urko did? Shall I be seen to be slain then have my body vanish like Dassem did?'

Why did they all jump ship. If they're as good as they say - why not challenge Laseen? Whiskeyjack knelt for stability cool, why did the others run from duty then? Some of these old dudes like Duiker are so angry about Kellanved but almost everything we learn about him shows he wasn't that great of a ruler, idk. Bult was making too much sense

21. K'Chain Nah'rhuk – the ShortTails, misbegotten children of the Matrons

22. Emperor of the Edur, this Tyrant of Pain, this Deliverer of Midnight Tides!

Midnight Tides you say...

23. High Marshal Straw, of the Mott Irregulars.'

Someone to watch I think

24. Itkovian Otanthalian.

Absolute Legend

Also apparently Hood's Mortal Sword is Baudin?! So much was going on I missed that entirely

[lucien-lachance]

Okayokayokay, is there anything you DON'T like about Oblivion Remake Lucien? Because for me its the fact he went from five o'clock shadow to short beard. I liked the smoother look on him from Oblivion, and to me the card design is peak Lucien and idk there's just something OFF about this new version of Lucien, and I feel like the odd one out and a weirdo for not being The Biggest Fan.

It also happened to me with the RE4 remake and Wesker's new design and voice actor. He just looks so basic and... empty. Void of all the fun and character he had before. And now Lucien just looks off to me. His nose seems that little bit too big, his eyes don't have the same warmth to me, he has a beard now. Is it just me??

- @supervillain-smut

You know I'm a shameless Lucie simp, but I completely get it. Legends!Lucien is peak Luci for me, too, and though I'm not wholly opposed to his short beard, I'm not changing how I write or draw him. He just keeps his scruff in my 'verse unless he's had to forego shaving for a few days. I think the other changes to his features are mostly to fit in with the updated graphics and art style, not really any desire to make him a whole new character. I prefer some aspects of OG Lucien, such as the scruff vs. the beard, and I prefer some from the remaster as well, like his expressiveness and the thorn detailing on his belt and sleeves. With two visually distinct portrayals of the same plot and character lines, I see it as a buffet. Take what you want from each and leave the rest :) Don't let anyone put food on your plate that you don't want to eat.

On the topic of npc redesigns, I'm still scratching my head about the remaster's beard-a-thon and some of the other new models. Bearded Banus Alor and Glarthir? Perennia Draconus looking 36 despite having all those ADULT children? The wussy weasel-fication of Hieronymus Lex? no thanks, I'll take the originals. Arquen looks GORGEOUS though, and Teinaava and Ocheeva were so beautifully updated imho. But again, those are just some of my povs, and I've seen plenty of people with differing povs. (for real though, same hat w/Wesker in the re4 remake. I loved the cast's revised looks overall, but that's not my Evil Blond Sunglasses Man.)

But again, please don't feel like a weirdo for not fawning over his new look! Just keep having fun with whatever versions you like best. Anyone who'd decry something as individualized as preferences for artistic choices needs to touch grass. Maybe eat a Snickers, too.

[killer-orca-cosplay]

The command lance for Clan Iron Orca, under Khan Sealth Puget.

Left to right:

Linda Balcomb ("The Matriarch", adopted mother-figure for Sealth) in her Hunchback IIC "Grandmother"

Khan Puget himself in his personalized Stone Rhino "Apex", a literal wall of guns consisting of twin gauss rifles and twin ERPPCs

SaKhan Christopher Harkness in his Warhammer IIC "Emperor"

Star Command Juiliana Rose, in her Nova, "Red Hood Ranger Annhilation!!" (The twin exclamation points indicate that the name is to be spoken with energy and poise such as is common among the Draconus Combine about their warlord's positions and capabilities)

And Emilio Domonics in his Marauder IIC, "Source".

Usual tactics for the unit are for Balcomb, in her "walking death trap", to be bait, walking forward and making herself as noticable as possible, before retreating towards the main lance.

When the enemy follows, their forces are hit by such a wall of fire they simply cannot withstand, and are simply eradicated.