#dragoon replies

[dragooned-speaks]

I see them scrollingggggg

They vibingggggg

hehe so many notis lol

XD Yeah need to catch up. The continuations of One Small Gift is amazing lol.

[groundbreakingdot872]

Happy Dragoon Day everyone!

[disjunkt]

i stumbled across your Rose shrine, i really appreciated it because Rose has a special place in my heart after all these years and there is a sad lack of art for her.

Thank you so much for visiting my shrine and for taking the time to send me this message! Rose is certainly a character who leaves a presence, as a character in a JRPG, video game and beyond. I did my best to gather and link to all fanworks I like and have been fortunate to come across (mostly on Tumblr) on the shrine, so that others may find it later, whether they've recently experienced The Legend of Dragoon or many years before. Even if there isn't much, I hope it continues piling up over the years. :)

[silverspleen]

@arcanacheque F!! F!! 84F I fucked up!!

@mad-rieux I really REALLY need some sort of chaos cosplay next but the pipe dream is a nid fursuit. There's actually a covid surge at work so I'll be masking bc it's likely happening irl too. I keep thinking that maybe I should write "Not Today Nurgle" on it for funsies.

@opttwoodrow Imperial Commissar, am trash and wearing a big scary coat and boots truly does wonders for the self esteem and posture. I have some old professionally done pics from a different con on my blog somewhere I can bring back! I look gently scary because I'm slightly taller than average but I'm usually in high social mode so when people actually talk to me I'm like *high pitched ultra bubbly feminine voice* "Thank you for the compliment~~~ UWU <3 <3 "

Unless you yell some sort of 40k thing at me on the escalator then I'm legally ok to scream THE EMPEROR PROTECTS back at you in a scary voice or nooooo :( if you yell some chaos tomfoolery.

[lilbittymonster]

If you haven't answered these ones already: What are their favorite things to do together? Who takes the lead in social situations? How are they around each other's friends?

What are their favorite things to do together?

Kitali and Aymeric like cooking together. Making each other food is the first thing they do when Kitali comes home.

Estinien is her preferred sparring partner because neither of them ever have to worry about holding back.

Aymeric and Estinien will regularly pull each other into a slow dance when the mood strikes them.

Who takes the lead in social situations? How are they around each other's friends?

Aymeric always takes the lead. He's the more outgoing one of them all, especially in mixed company.

Since Estinien and Aymeric's social circles are pretty much the same five or so people it's easy for them to relax around one another.

A friend of mine made an excellent post about Aymeric and Lyse interacting and I really want to see them together more. And they certainly would be, given that she's Kitali's best friend. He likes Lyse and respects how driven she is, even if there's still some learning curves. Estinien doesn't quite know what to do with this very bubbly woman but she seems to like him and doesn't mind doing all the talking.

Thanks for the asks @discountdps

Ship Asks

[definesanity]

Save this for when you have this desire to write this, but do you mind if I request Feast male reader arriving in Drakengard 3 and meeting Accord or Zero for the first time? They likely can only function as a "remove Flower when Intoner's health is low." Your choice if they're one of that species originally, or a "isekai'd as a member of another species" scenario. Keep in mind that, barring the times when they feed causing their veins to show, they look almost entirely human.

I will certainly try, my friend :3

The Original Intoner:

The initial thought Zero had upon you was nothing. Mere indifference.

Then you started getting closer to them, and it started to annoy her.

Then, you just... stayed.

Through the months, you remained at her side, just... helping.

Then, one day, she learnt the worth you had.

It was a mistake, and one that had her with a deep cut in her stomach.

"Fucking...!" she cursed, at herself, the enemy, and the world.

She was about ready to regenerate, and had gotten her organs back, when she felt something above her.

You. With veins.

"Please... hold still."

She did not remember what happened, but when she awoke, she felt... strange.

The Flower was like a constant. Always there.

But no longer.

"...You...?" she was stunned. How could she not be?

You, however, just nodded.

As if you didn't save her.

Dickhead.

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Recorder:

The purpose of Accord is to record. That is all.

But when a new discrepancy appeared, she was intrigued.

A being able to cure the Goddesses of their curse...

She could not intervene directly, but gave them a sign of watching.

All you saw was a lady smile at you, wave, and place a finger to her lips.

And then, she was gone.

But she remained.

Listening, and always moving.

Following; choosing; standing; and approving.

[lvmimis]

Hope your day has been nice! What's your opinion on yan Kirishima?

kirishima is another overprotective yan type but he doesn't restrain you because he wants you to always always be on your side and hates to see you cry or restrict your freedom.

so people just disappear around you. anyone look at you the wrong way? gone. if you vent about someone for a second? disappeared off the earth. no one can even frown at you, no one can doubt you for a second, no one can disagree because kirishima will simply start barking. but not where you can see it of course? because with you he's just a big warm teddy bear that only cares about your comfort.

[wyvern-flames]

Once I feel comfy enough and less of a stranger around here, I’ll try to write a verse explaining Ansel out and hopefully get to stuff I owe all over. Sorry for the constant delay.

[hythlodaes]

to that anon that just sent me an ask yes i do!!

[alexxkresnik]

Fight Me?

[dragooned-speaks]

Yay, first ask is exciting!

April Showers and May Flowers is a neat title, it sounds like it'll be a pretty fun one!

Writing for fandoms is hard...I tried a little bit but I never wrote very much because I just wasn't suited for it...I bet you'll do great tho bc I tend to give up too easy sometimes

Also word vomits are the best! Do it some more and talk about whatever you want, it's enjoyable!

I reached out bc I saw you read my Fallen Angel story earlier and I wanna thank you for the like, it was fun to see someone new show up since I'm not popular at all

Tell me about your ocs, if you don't mind!

Hello again! (Big word vomit under cut.) This is platonic ppl.

TWs: Abuse, emotional manipulation (does it count if it doesn't work?), dehumanization ig?, orphans, hybrids, spoilers for a future work?

April Showers should be the angst buildup and healing while May Flowers is the final healing and fluff.

So, there are four characters: Willa, Mina, Retribution (idk what his civillian name should be, so I'm taking suggestions!), and Tao. I have the character's physical traits (and a few more personality traits) and a bit of plot and worldbuilding before I write! So, I'll start with Willa, the protagonist!

Three are orphans and the other's parents aren't mentioned because I am not going through the pain of writing parents. This is a superhero (dystopian?) world about the classic superheroes aren't always good, but I made the villain adopters vigilante friends.

Willa is a she / her female who was born in May (see what I did?). Her power is a healing voice, like a switch when she sings. She's a nightingale avian hybrid and she's really quiet, and when she talks, she kinda half sings because her power works to some degree. Her power's drawback is after healing, her voice will get scratchy and hurt or just stop working, depending on the severity of the injury.

She wanted to help the heroes because they're good! ...Right? Well, they're not, and when she joins the Hero Healing Program (so creative, ik), she is immediantly singled out because she's an avian and her power doesn't have a CRAZY drawback like pain or... idk, so they try to force an imprint. Unknown to them, she imprinted on a certain hero trainee named... you guessed it, Mina. Of course, forced healing doesn't work half as well, but the Hero Corporate doesn't know that!

She's cautious and nervous because she has been punished for breathing too loud. Breathing too loud. Crazy, right? She preens herself, but she's self taught and the heroes clipped her wings to keep her around and a tracker. Later, she and Mina run away to Mina's friend Retribution. Slowly, she heals and we get May Flowers' fluff! They run away to be vigilantes, and she becomes Nightingale!

A background worker helping her friends, she gets a power to force people to dance lol. But she has stage fright.

Anyways, onto Mina! She joined the Hero Program because she looked up to heroes as a kid, believing the world to be black and white, so she joined the hero commitee to join the well, "good" side. Her power is luck bending, and she gives good luck to those she thinks is good and bad to those who she thinks are bad.

She's with Mina because they were roomed together as dormmates (is that a word?) and she's a work all day kind of person, but she will stay up until 4 to be with a friend, so she's pretty friendly to her allies. If you're a stranger, she'll ignore you. They became friends after Willa pushed these guys who were bullying Mina because she's a hybrid (because they were technically insulting her too). Mina's a moth hybrid, and also keeps a little canister of poison gas, hence why she wears a gas mask when patrolling.

She's the quiet, serious girl who always repays debts. At the age of 12, she was enrolled in the program (you can start at 10), and she joined as soon as possible. Around this time, Willa is like 9. Later she becomes Karma the vigilante after pretending to retire as a hero (they were too busy looking for a certain lost avian to notice lol). Also, her hero name was Mothra.

There's Lotl, another orphan, but he's crashing with Retribution. Lotl is a lizard / axolotl creature hybrid. He's based off the Tuatara lizard, the three eyed lizard that loses it later. He has a third eye that can scare most people to the point of paralysis, but that power disappears as he grows older, and subsequently, more human. He gains the power to control celestial matter (stars, nebula, etc) but he's like only a year older than Karma so he isn't able to do too much yet. Mainly using some weak sparks from stars to light up and some wind. He's close buds with Retribution, and he's like that one hero who poses for the news evem if he's illegal. He's chill, he's easygoing, and yeah. Karma tells him to hurry up and kick the bad guy already too often lol. Also, he can slit his eyes because cool stuff right there. His civillian name is Tio.

Finally, Retribution. He actually has parents (shocking I know) but we don't see them. They just kinda gave him a floor of the house and don't interact. His family's rich, but he doesn't really care. His power is emotion manipulation, and he always tries to talk before attacking. He sees enotions as clouds, colored dusty pibk to thundering, and can kinda cover his mind in clouds so mind readers can't read his mind. Speaking of, he can mind read in flashes of the clouds, and kinda paints the clouds to change emotions. He can do this best focusing on one person but if he focuses he can do it on a small crowd before almost passing out. He's scary serious, like way more than Karma, and he's really short, even though he's a few months older than Lotl, he's like 4'7.

[cinderella-gurei]

Continued from x with @owyrmtail

His sigh of frustration is long. It's incredibly long, as if with it he was attempting to change the outcome of Dion's answer. Alas, it remained a rejection and Olivier hated it. Soon, that sigh changes into a groan and a childish whimper. He rushes over to the man, holding one of his arms hostage with both of his to try and keep him in place.

"No, you're not going anywhere! You're going to stay here and teach me how to use the spear!" True to his upbringing, he did not know the importance of having Dion on the frontlines, of him having to fulfill his duty. Even though he seemed to have an interest towards knighthood; the severity, the depth of it was something he had never delved into. Could he even begin to imagine it when he was mostly around his mother and relative calmness, instead?

"Teach me, right now! Before mother arrives..." Those last words are delivered in a fearful whisper.

[runboybeneaththemoon]

Arthur: to discuss the legalisation of magic I have invited every powerful sorcerer that I know of to a meeting

Arthur: Merlin, send invitations to Dragoon, the Dolma, Emrys and, if you can track him down, the last dragonlord

Edit: for everyone asking for a fic, the lovely @myfairkatiecat wrote one, just look in the replies or reblogs or go to their blog

[primalvessel]

Shoulders slumped. Tail low behind him as if to drag upon the floor. The helm weighed heavy in his fingers but at least his ears were no longer squashed by its confines. He wasn't even returning home but to quarters assigned to him but right then, even a quiet corner somewhere would have sufficed.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he just stood for a moment beyond the barricade of the door that stood between him and the world beyond. Even the energy to set his helm down carefully rather than drop it seemed to have left him in that moment. His armour wasn't even that heavy, compared to that of those in the van. The paladins and knights sent forth as a bulwark.

Exhaustion made even the thought of further movement seem an insurmountable task.

So he stood. Breathed.

And finally after a last, deep breath, he stepped further into the room and set his helm down carefully, freeing his hands to begin the tedious process of freeing himself from his armour.

What he wouldn't give to have someone there to aid him in that moment. Too intimate though? Stripping away the armour to reveal the man beneath.

Vambraces were the first to go, the catches fumbled until he could steady weary hands and regain some dexterity. His hands looked smaller, more delicate for their absence in spite of their worn nature and the calluses and cuts that marked them.

The plackart and its accompaniments was next to go, though the Miqo'te struggled to find strength enough to remove it once the buckles and clasps were released. The process was sluggish, his movements slow, but eventually the armour piece was lifted away. Normally he'd have cleaned it but dents and rents in the metal and fabric meant that it was likely to serve as little more than scrap, going forward. It had done its job.

A groan left dry lips as he set fingers to the thin gambeson beneath and finally bared skin to the cool air of the room. Bruises littered a strong chest. Sticky blood marked two places where strikes had passed through the armour but he barely felt the wounds. They were minor enough - the armour having borne the brunt.

Eyelid drooped as he bent to free his feet of the greaves, back protested the position but while his mind briefly flitted to the thought of a hot bath drawn to soothe aching muscles, once more the exhaustion dragged his thoughts back to the bed that awaited him. He left the protective footwear stood on the floor and dragged heavy footsteps towards the bed that practically called to him. Didn't yet sit.

Finally the cuissots had to go and a hiss slid from his lips as he peeled away the bloodied garment. A nasty slash across the thigh, bled down his leg. Removing it made fresh blood rise to the surface, bright against the gummy, darker blood partially dried to his skin.

A good strike, meant to prevent the dragoon from jumping, but it had missed it true mark.

He paused then, inhaling a shaky breath to steady himself and finally the cuissots were off.

Left in only his undergarments, he looked smaller still than his Miqo'te stature already implied. He didn't look imposing or strong or capable of the myriad feats he'd been expected to perform. He looked small. Tired. Hurt.

Hands clenched for a moment and then relaxed, his eye closed and he just existed for a moment. Just felt the cool air on his skin, felt his various hurts clamour for attention he hadn't the energy to give them. A heavy hand reached up to remove the eyepatch and set that too aside before finally he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. Immediately exhaustion crashed over him and it took every last onze of energy he had left just to lift his legs onto the mattress as he sank sideways.

Sleep, at last.

[definesanity]

Zero, Mikhail, and other Disciples x Zero’s Disciple reader platonic hcs! S/O is Zero’s one and only Disciple, born not really for combat, but more bc Zero needed someone for chores like laundry, cooking, etc. S/O is a sweet and kind individual, really preferring not to fight especially against innocents, but they do know their way around a sword. They mainly do chores like cleaning blood off clothes, cooking for the party, and other things, so they’re like a servant. S/O also plays music for fun and will do song requests if asked, so, I headcanon S/O plays something like the guitar, not the electric kind, so they play songs around the campfire like Empty Tone or Song of the Ancients and their voice is angelic. Out of all the Disciples, S/O might be the most normal.

As a treat, sure, apologies if it is bad tho ;-;

When it came to Disciples, Zero never imagined getting one herself. After all, she's perfectly confident on her own, rather than needing the help of some kind of bird.

Of course, she ate her words. And now, has you.

Instead of battle, you were mostly helping with Zero in everyday tasks. Since, while she would never say it out loud, she's a bit shit at doing it.

For a long while, there was her, and then there was Mikhail.

You... had mixed thoughts on the dragon. On one hand, Micheal was arrogant, but very steadfast. On the other, Mikhail could grow to be more wiser than his previous incarnation, no matter how much Zero belittled him.

Living in that small house, helping Zero live... she didn't grow to like you or anything, like those scenes in the books, but definitely had something of a soft spot for you.

Then Mikhail pissed himself, and the journey began.

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Dito was the first, and wasn't a huge fan of you.

"I mean, Z. Sure, you're a good fighter, but do you really need like, cannon fodder?" he asked nonchalantly.

He then had to duck a swipe from the Original Intoner's blade.

"Right, you idiots, gonna be honest: I do not want to hear any sorta bitching from either of you. I like having my ears not being plagued by arguments."

You gave a small cough, looking away. "Sorry, Zero..."

"Ugh. Not you, dipshit, I'm talking about Dito trying to start some shit."

"...Oh!"

Dito gave a whistle, walking along and ignoring the warning.

Zero turned to you. "If you end up like him one day, I'm gonna rip off your head."

You gave a salute at that. "D-Duly noted."

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Decadus was less annoying than Dito was, but still had his... quirks.

Decadus was a masochist, this you knew, and did not mind. Even had their quirks, after all. But, he always seemed to think you were... well, secretly very powerful.

You, ah, weren't. You had enough strength to carry the weapons of the Intoner and Dito, but beyond that? Noodle arms.

Still, beyond his fascination with pain, he is a nice person, at the end of the day.

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Octa, however, is a different bag altogether.

Again, like with Decadus, he's a nice enough person, always sitting down and giving you an audience if you were to play an instrument.

The main problem is that, while he can somehow keep it in his pants, he definitely can't get his mind out of the international sewer system.

It's... a struggle. But, you're determined in many things. Stubborn, maybe.

Peel back that pervert, and you get an old man who seemed genuinely sorry about what had happened to Three.

It's... sad.

And you felt empathy.

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Near the end of the journey, Cent had joined. He was very... light-handed with himself.

He carried himself loftly, but you knew it was a farce.

You never got to know the guy, before the end.

When they had returned to their natural forms, as mere pigeons, you looked at Zero.

"Why haven't you...?" you began.

Zero just rolled her eyes, and gestured you to follow her. "...You're my Disciple. So I feel kildly responsible for your ass."

Still, at the end of it all... she was head-strong.

But you knew what she meant.

You cared for everyone. It was your nature. Your design.

Zero had never intended to do so again, not after Indigo had betrayed Rose...

But God fucking damn it.

You happened. Her one and now only Disciple.

And being honest? She didn't regret it.

For once, in her un-dead life as a goddess.

[lvmimis]

I'm surprised no one has asked how yan Izuku would treat you yet

they have!!! i just answered in the last ask but yeah honestly he'd tie you to his back permanently if he could he's so crazy