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digi-lov · 2 months

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With each of these sets released, I wanted to compare them again.

Like I've mentioned before, EX-03 Draconic Roar, EX-05 Animal Colosseum, and EX-06 Infernal Ascension are based on the Pendulum Progress vpets from 2002. Animal Coloseum kept the name as is, Draconic Roar was Dragon's Roar, and Infernal Ascension replaced the name Armageddon Army. (A very understandable name change)

A large percentage of the Digimon featured in the Pendulum Progress versions were included in the respective card sets. Many of those who weren't included had similar replacements.

As the name suggests, Draconic Roar included many Digimon related to dragons. Since many main character Digimon fall into that category, frequently featured Digimon such as the Greymon line were exluded. This set's Agumon is yellow and the suggested line goes to Veedramon and AeroVeedramon, reminiscent of the V-Tamer manga. Veemon is red in this set, and instead of the usual Ex-Veemon we get Fladramon, along with purple Wormmon and Shadramon, going into a dark Imperialdramon line. Instead of Tyrannomon and MetalTyrannomon, we have DarkTyrannomon and ExTyrannomon too. This set also featured many dragon Digimon that have debuted since the Pendulum Progress, such as Dracomon and its two lines, and the Vorvomon and Jazamon lines from Digimon Links.

The Pendulum Progress Animal Colosseum contains many beast Digimon, notably the Four Sovereigns. The card set expanded on that and not only included the Four Sovereigns, but also their leader Fanglongmon, as well as all 12 Deva serving under them. Like the vpet, this set also featured many X Antibody Digimon, although many of them were switched in the card set. Such as Leomon being included instead of Leomon X, or Dobermon X instead of Dobermon. We also got the card debut of Lunamon and Coronamon and their respective lines, as well as the player chatacters from their debut games Digimon Dusk/Moonlight and Dawn/Sunburst!

Infernal Ascension has a dual theme of Angels and Demons. While the Pendulum Progress included all Three Great Angel, there was only room for two Demon Lords. For the card set all Seven Great Demon Lords got featured (and also received matching alt arts!) Many of the replacements also make sense. Instead of Terriermon and Siesamon we got Lopmon and Turuiemon leading into Antylamon. While Tsukaimon works as a replacement of Patamon in style, it isn't in the Angel lines. The role is instead filled by Luxmon, a very recent addition to the Digimon franchise. Same goes for ArkhaiAngemon taking MagnaAngemon's spot, and Dominimon finally getting recognition! The addition of Mastemon is just perfect for this set too. We also get some holy-themed Digimon from the chinese game New Century for the first time!

So yeah

I just think it's fun to look at these Theme Boosters and compare what they kept, what they changed, and what they expanded upon. Goes to show how much our list of Digimon has grown in the last 20 years!

#digimon #digimon tcg #digimon card game #digisafe #digica #デジカ #lov rambles #EX3 #EX5 #EX6 #Pendulum Progress #Draconic Roar #Animal Coloseum #Infernal Ascension #trait: dragon #trait: angel #trait: fallen angel #trait: beast

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ajaxpilled · 6 months

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I think a lot about Wrio allowing himself to indulge and gaining some weight as a way of healing, he went hungry for a long part of his life, but now he gets to be safer, to eat his fill and go to sleep with a full tummy. I also think of Neuvillete encouraging him to do it so, cherishing his softer body and rubbing his tummy, empty or full, which is great bcs Wrio not only lived starved of food but of affection too. I LOVE WG AND STUFFING AS HEALING, AND I LOVE WRIO. I CAN HEAL HIM FR (BY FEEDING HIM)

AHSJSHUS I LOVE THIS cherishing his softer body and rubbing his tummy <3333

i feel like so many canon profile bits and exchanges with him point to him being quite an indulgent character already; slacking off work, turning up his nose at the less desirable welfare meals, strolling around fontaine's patisseries, taking little tea breaks whenever the opportunity arises. as he deserves to!

given that he's said to be seen visiting bakeries while on duty in the overworld, i like to think he has a sweetooth :3 perhaps neuvillette often brings him pastries and cakes as gifts whenever he visits during work hours. he invites him to furina's famous tea parties whenever the chance makes itself available (one of which is sure to be hosted each time the warden has official business to discuss in the court of fontaine, no matter how trivial.) he is always delighted to see him treat himself, and wriothesley is just as happy to satisfy his sweet tooth on such a decadent feast; not only did he never think he would have the opportunity to live so luxuriously, but also because now he believes he deserves to do so, no longer holding back from his desires out of guilt and little self worth.

not only does he give in to his newfound large appetite, but neuvillette rather likes to indulge him too. he brings him out to restaurants and orders fine foods and wines - a gloved finger pointing out the dishes on the menu as he orders for the both of them. at furina's tea parties, he offers him another slice of cake or suggests which desserts to try next, even as wriothesley places a hand on the swell of his quickly filling stomach.

"kouign-amann pair quite well with ginger tea. i must say this batch has been baked long to perfection," he muses, delicately pushing a plate across the table to wriothesley, who is still making his way through the gâteau he insisted he try. "though if you are drinking something sweeter, i would suggest a few canelés, or this pear tarte tatin. what do you think, furina?"

"the red wine caramel is exquisite, wriothesley."

"these macarons from lucerne's, though, are truly delectable. they are still light and crisp from this morning."

"let me breathe first." wriothesley swallows, smiling fondly at his enthusiasm to see him eat well. (and, really, breathing may become slightly more challenging if he continues on like this.) "i haven't even finished the last few you so kindly bestowed upon me."

and ohhh the belly rubs,,, !!!!!!!

ofc i believe wriothesley is so weak for having his tummy rubbed in the first place - neuvillette's warm hands are the perfect balance of heavy and firm but gentle, and just feel so inexplicably nice - so when the deep circles he rubs into his belly are accompanied by the pleasurable feeling of being full of baked treats or a yummy dinner, he quite positively ascends to heaven. and when his lavish lifestyle inevitably fills him out and he amasses a few extra inches on his waistline, the iudex's hands on his newly senistive tummy send him out of this world entirely. falling asleep is a difficult thing for wriothesley, but under these circumstances - whether neuvillette is settling a meal in his stomach or simply providing affectionate rubs - he feels safe and cared for in his arms, and despite fighting it, sleep takes over him and he's snoring lightly into his boyfriend's shoulder. indulging is a fun little hobby, but having somebody to indulge with - somebody to pamper you - is much preferable.

(also consider - tummy kisses. neuvillette is absolutely over the moon when the soft cushioning of wriothesley's tummy means he can easily take it between his teeth, trailing little love bites over the gentle curve of his belly. or simply just pressing his lips to his warm middle in soft, adoring kisses, much to wriothesley's blissful delight.)

#wow i rambled im so sorry #im just so in love with him sorry 💔💔#more specifically his tummy #more specifically his tummy chub #the way u read my mind anon i have had something so similar for zhxngchi in my drafts for so long may b i will post it #given that in the AQ neuv observed how much the traveller can eat #i feel like he would take note of what i hc to be wrios v big appetite #more specifically /why/ he eats and /what/ he eats idk i think neuv is dumbed down by the fandom a lot so i love this ask ‼️‼️#so draconic of him to treasure and protect him in such ways #that being said #i love that he doesnt have social cues #and like to imagine him trying to rub wrio's belly in a restaurant after eating a little too much but he gets flustered and wont let him #sad neuvillette all miserable and morose bc he cant Hold Tummy until they go home :(

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cassandra-starflower · 5 months

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INSPIRING: local hawk boy overcomes lack of opposable thumbs to commit mass murder!

#animorphs #tobias fangor #that time he took out the truck ship with a dracon beam #in book 3 #el rambles on

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goldicthehedgefox · 7 months

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gotta say, Shallot looks great in Trunks's clothes

#dragon ball legends #goldic's draconic legends #goldic rambles #shallot #shallot DBL #got the outfit from an event halfway through the android section of the story slapped it on him and never looked back #currently hunting down the stars I missed early in the story and decided to let Shallot loose since I never really use him outside the stor #too busy experimenting with the other units I have to let my max power Shallot run wild yunno?#tbh I'm actually just hunting down any Z Power I might've missed for Shallot cuz I've seen people have him in red stars and mine's only 7*#granted: fully completing story mode 100% is on the eternal bucket list but I really wanna see Shallot reach 7*+#Fun Fact: I had Shallot wear Nappa's scouter right after getting it up until he unlocked SSB on my file cuz it looked nice with the outfit #i CAN'T be the only one that thinks Shallot looks great in this outfit; something about it just screams Hell Yeah to me #for those that are curious: I run Ultra Super Vegito's blue card on Shallot #the hand refill is so nice after watching him bash someone's face in and blast them #but also i think the animation suits him #can't wait for legends fest it's gonna be so much fun; my first legends fest! yippeeeee!

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starboy-squeakers · 27 days

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Again not a dungeon meshi reader/watcher but every time I hear about that laois guy I get reminded of how my system had/has a hyperfixation on dragons so intense that we got that big fancy dragonology book and we treated it like the damn dragon Bible for like years

Now, obviously, we understand that there's different interpretations on mythical creatures, and no one interpretation on a dragon is necessarily gospel, but that multiple interpretations on the classic tale of beasts of scale and fire are completely valid and to be expected!

however if you call an Eastern dragon a coatl I'm going to come to your house and slaughter your family

#THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT #yes they have similarities but coatls have WINGS typically and dont usually have other limbs. they're more serpentine birds #meanwhile Eastern dragons (Chinese depictions for example) don't typically have wings and are more lizard-like #like Mushu !!!!!!!! Mushu is an Eastern dragon #and then there's drakes and wyrms. which are entirely different bc they can't really fly #drakes are more like draconic horses or dogs. no wings but four limbs and a tail with a reptilian appearance #wyrms are more serpentine with no limbs and no wings. though i think some interpretations of wyrms give them like.. two forelimbs #then there's wyverns. wyverns have two legs and two wings instead of the typical eight limbs (four limbs two wings)#(i also perosnally hold true to the interpretation of wyverns with poisonous stingers for tails but that's just me cause i think its cool)#..... how much of this is just me talking abiut dragons #explodes.#oh yeah and obv there's the HTTYD interpretations which i adore! they're interesting #the designs are so fascinating and from what ive seen seem to have some science behind them #and arent just the typical western style of dragons. which nothing wrong with the western style it's a classic ofc #but it's still fun to see some variation!!#and ofc there's WOF #which holds true to Western dragons in simple anatomy but has its own variations and of course its own lore #then there's. fuck i forget the name but it's a fantasy story based in China i believe #i loved it so much it was so cool #anyways it had a dragon character named Seryu. I love Seryu. he my favorite #anyways i liked the interpretation of dragons there bc iirc it held true to ummmmm some Chinese mythology involving dragons #cause Eastern mythology of drahons is . so much diffetent than Western #Western dragons are commonly very monstrous creatures‚ usually very animalistic #they tend to embody the Christian concept of greed/gluttony hence why they're so typically monstrous/villainous #which i find interesting but i wont get into that #meanwhile. i wanna say Eastern dragon legends more revolve around the idea of a dragon as more of a godly/fae-type creature?#that's probably a poor comparison but that's how i interpreted it. agian im probahly wronf about all of this #im some weirdo rambling about dragons on the internet. dont trust me explicitly #i need to get more dragon mythology books #HELP I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT I DIDNT THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE GOOD LORD OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW

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guhamun · 1 month

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[Due to Jianyu having Wolfen (they’re a form of beastkin) blood in his veins from his great grandfather’s side, there are certain things about himself that mirror wolves that he isn’t quite aware of because he doesn’t instinctively think about it. It’s as normal as breathing to him. He will sometimes growl; deep and guttural when annoyed. He will also nuzzle you if he likes you with his cheek in a way that can be perceived as offhand affection, though sometimes he is oddly insistent with this gesture like how actual wolves are. This can be a sign of friendship like he really cares about you, or something more if his feelings are more complex. Regardless, if it’s called out, he’ll get embarrassed and be really mindful of himself as he doesn’t quite realize he’s doing it.]

#;m: jianyu #;headcanon : jianyu #I think I'll ramble about neuvi's more draconic aspects tomorrow possibly

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bluerose5 · 6 months

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Safe and Secure

Pairing: Astarion/Dark Urge, Astarion/Original Male Character

Word Count: 2,118

Summary: Erys shows Astarion his wings for the first time. Astarion thinks all of the showing off is utterly adorable.

Additional Tags: Romance, Blood, Praise, Kisses (lots of kisses!), Non-Sexual Intimacy, Fluff, Possessive Astarion, Dom Astarion (sort of, he just likes to boss Erys around and Erys likes it too), Draconic Sorcerer Durge, Tiefling Durge, One Shot, Set before or after the act 2 confession (up to the reader)

Link to Read on Ao3.

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Erys didn’t think when he first revealed his wings to Astarion. It was an act of instinct, brought on by the body’s desire to reveal another part of itself.

It wanted to preen, to impress.

They were giant, red appendages that —much like the rest of him— were covered in deep scars that spoke of battles hidden away within his elusive past. They were a symbol of the power that coursed through every fiber of his being, as ancient as the draconic ancestor whose blood ran through his veins.

It was a night similar to many more they had shared before. Intimate in the fact that Erys let Astarion partake not of his body, but of his blood.

Much like the first time, Erys let him indulge a bit more than what was probably wise in others' eyes, but that brief flirt with death was enough to leave his heart singing for more. This time, Astarion knew when to stop, amused when Erys still begged him to continue.

"My sweet, bloodthirsty friend," Astarion sighed, sated, a mess of blood smeared across his lips and chin. "As much as I do cherish your enthusiasm, please try to refrain from letting me kill you tonight. I don't particularly fancy the idea of having to resurrect you later." He tsked with an obligatory glimpse of his nails. "It sounds like too much work when I can simply keep you intact without all the extra hassle."

Giddy and woozy, Erys's chest rumbled with a low purr, his throat sticky, coated in streaks of his own blood, that which stained his skin a darker shade of red.

As he crawled towards where Astarion was seated, his tail swayed back and forth, then reached out to wrap around one of Astarion's legs, dragging him closer on the bedroll.

Erys leaned in to nip at his jaw with a playful growl, followed closely by another as he buried his face into the crook of Astarion's neck, careful of the placement of his horns.

Astarion released one of his signature giggles, giving a ticklish squirm while he rested a hand upon Erys's bare back.

There was a responding shift of flesh and bone beneath Astarion's touch, but Erys spoke, capturing his attention before he could ask.

"Such a tease," he whispered. When he pulled away to drink in the sight of Astarion, glowing eyes glanced down at his lips in a flickering flame. Hunger expanded his pupils until all was consumed by darkness. "I—I want to taste myself upon your lips." He wet his own in anticipation. "May I...?"

He trailed off, nearly quivering at the idea alone.

Astarion eyed him up and down, pretending to consider the request for a second, a wretched second that felt as if it stretched on into eternity.

Eventually, he had mercy. In his own way, of course.

"Use your words, darling," Astarion chided. He grabbed Erys by the chin, delighted by how quickly he melted into his grasp. "May you what?"

"May I kiss you?" he whimpered. "Please."

Astarion chuckled at that, but there was a hunger that permeated his gaze as well, a mirror to Erys's own.

"Oh, alright," he said, "but only because you beg so sweetly, my dear." He released his chin to beckon him forward with a crook of his finger. "Now, come here."

Erys obeyed without a second thought.

As soon as he was close enough, Astarion reached out and grabbed him by a horn, reeling him into a passionate kiss.

It didn't take long for them to deepen it. Breathless moans filled the air. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Sharp teeth scraped against swollen lips.

If all Erys wanted was a taste, then he got that and so much more.

In his excitement, he didn't even realize that the stirring in his back grew restless in response. The shifting turned into an uncomfortable pressure until the skin of his back was stretched taut over the growing appendages, now visible beneath the surface.

A shudder tore through him when the wings all but burst free from his back, Erys breaking the kiss with an agonized gasp.

Luckily for him, the pain never lasted for long. Once free from their confines, his wings settled into their role with ease, nothing more than an extra set of limbs to carry around for the time being.

Caught off guard by the abrupt end to their kiss, Astarion watched the wings unfurl before him.

Erys watched him, uncertain.

Then, after a moment of weighted silence, Astarion simply said, "Well, that's new." He studied the wings some more before turning his curious stare onto Erys instead, taking note of every shift in his expression. "Or is it?"

Erys chewed on his bottom lip, then shook his head.

As if his sheepish grin wasn't answer enough.

"Really?" Astarion asked, incredulous. "You know, it would have been very convenient for you to pull them out before now. I mean, I can think of plenty of fights we've been in where a little flying could have benefited you. Without you having to exhaust your magic, that is."

Erys shrugged.

"Easy for you to say," he told him. "You're not the one that has to find robes to accommodate them or risk tearing your clothes to shreds in the middle of a fight."

"That would give the enemies pause, at least."

"I'm sure it would," Erys laughed.

"Heh." Astarion gave a playful bite in his direction, openly admiring him. "I know that I certainly wouldn't complain."

His wings flapped a few times at that.

"Good to know."

"Although, truth be told, you almost look like a devil now."

The wings stopped flapping then.

Astarion had to refrain from laughing himself at how quickly that little comment seemed to sour his mood.

Erys wrinkled his nose before turning it up in the air. A scowl twisted at his lips.

Ah, yes, there went that pride of his.

"Hmph," he grunted with a pout. "'Like a devil,' he says."

Putting some distance between them, he knelt in place. He settled his weight on his heels with his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest.

Astarion followed after him with a beaming smile, kneeling before him.

"Now, now, my dear. It was simply a passing thought, nothing more than a superficial observation at best," he crooned, more than ready to stroke Erys's poor, wounded ego. "Of course a devil's wings cannot even begin to compare to yours, my sweet dragon."

Erys seemed to perk up at that, his head held high, his posture straight.

Shifting closer, Astarion accepted the silent encouragement when Erys unfolded his arms to pull him into a warm embrace.

Astarion wrapped his arms around him in return, his hands splayed out right underneath the base of his wings.

A shiver followed his touch.

With a smirk, Astarion pressed a tender kiss to his throat. His lips lingered, his breath but a ghost against his skin.

"You are glorious," he praised. "Magnificent." While he emphasized each word with a press of his lips, Astarion started to massage around the bases. Erys arched into his touch with a desperate whimper, his eyes threatening to cross as knotted tension slowly unraveled. "Regal, even."

As if in response to his flattery, Erys's wings reached up towards the skies then stretched languidly out to the sides, revealing a rather impressive wingspan, all for Astarion's viewing.

Overall, he thought such a display was utterly adorable.

"Think you can spare room for a passenger?" Astarion questioned, to which Erys instantly nodded at him before the words were even out, eager to please. "Perhaps I'll take you for a ride." Of course, the double meaning was hardly lost on either of them. "But later."

With a parting kiss, he took his time to look him over again.

"Right now, I'll continue to admire you at my leisure," he said. "And if it pleases you and that precious bloodline of yours to hear, know that you really do come across like a dragon in the flesh. You could probably put some dragonborn to shame, but tell me, my dear, do you know what I like about you?"

"I, uh—"

"On second thought," Astarion interrupted, "don't answer that."

Without warning, he shoved him backwards, but Erys was all too willing to follow his lead. He fell back onto his ass, wincing when he sat on his tail.

He just barely managed to find a comfortable position when Astarion climbed into his lap, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, his legs framing his hips.

"Hmm..." Astarion rested his forehead upon Erys's while he talked. "You see, dragons are known to be rather possessive creatures, always guarding their hoards, what they treasure most, and what-not. A trait that I see in you sometimes. You collect so many rare items, determined to hold onto them rather than part with them, even when they have outlasted their purpose. And our well of gold seldom runs dry, so long as you have a say in it.

"But what I like about you is this." Astarion brushed his lips against his, a mere hair’s width away while he spoke, reverent, awestruck. "You're not looking to own me, are you?"

Erys swallowed thickly while his body ran hot. His heart beat so loud that his pulse thundered in his ears.

He immediately shook his head, much to Astarion's delight.

"See? As I expected." Astarion threaded his fingers through dark, wavy strands of hair, and his grip tightened. His voice lowered, laced with desire. "But you want me to take you into my possession, don't you?"

"Yes," Erys breathed. Their lips crashed against each other then, unable to hold back. Astarion took his bottom lip between his teeth with a rough tug, both of them hissing into each other’s mouths once he released it. Erys held him close. Calloused hands offered a roaming touch, wanting to be everywhere and anywhere at once on Astarion's body. "Fuck yes. Use me. I am yours."

"That, you are." How invigorating it was to say that with such certainty, all doubts set aside, if only for the moment.

"Let me be your weapon," Erys said, "the dagger which extends your reach, your devoted that does your bidding, and I swear that I shall lay all power that I gain at your feet. I shall be at your disposal, however you need me."

"And you accuse me of being the one with the honeyed words," Astarion chuckled.

Cupping Erys's cheeks, he brushed cool fingers over warm scales.

Erys pressed into his hands without hesitation, stealing a quick kiss to one of his palms.

His dark gaze pierced through him.

"Whatever you want, it's yours," he promised, not once looking away.

"Is it now?" Astarion asked, and what a delicious, novel idea that was. Question was, what did he want?

He thought it over, truly considered the options spread out before him.

Surprisingly enough, what he wanted in that moment wasn't what he would usually list aloud for anyone listening. He didn't want sex nor power nor gold.

No, what he wanted was time with Erys, plain and simple. He wanted to share in the intimacy unique to them. He wanted that moment where everything was real between them.

According to Erys, all he had to do was tell him as much, and it would happen.

Quite a daunting concept, come to think of it, albeit an alluring one nonetheless.

Clearing his throat, Astarion said, "Lucky for you, my request tonight is simple."

"Anything for you."

"Careful," Astarion warned, half-serious, half-joking, "or I might get carried away with that much power."

"Promises, promises."

Giggling once more, Astarion stole a quick kiss, both of them smiling against each other’s lips.

Only when they broke the kiss did Astarion whisper, "Stay with me."

He meant to tell him to stay the night with him, but what he said instead came off as more intense than he anticipated.

Before he could correct himself, however, Erys had already beat him to it, melting against him.

"Always," he swore, and it was then that Astarion knew genuine happiness for the first time in a long while.

After they took time to clean themselves up, it didn't take long at all for them to retire for the evening.

Astarion settled in atop Erys's chest, his ear pressed in directly above his heart.

Erys fell asleep with his small snores reverberating throughout his chest, Astarion listening beyond that to allow his rhythmic heartbeat to lull him into his usual trance.

And Erys, in his slumber, encircled Astarion in a cocoon of his wings, both of them safe and secure while they rested.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 durge #bg3 erys #durgestarion #tavstarion #my oc #bluerose writes #bluerose rambles #yes i know by dnd lore draconic sorcerers don't technically get wings til later levels #but oh well erys has wings at will already because headcanon that's why

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daintydraginkin · 1 year

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What kind of dragon?

this is what I believe I looked like, but I dont know what to call it? what Is the name of this dragon species?

#dragonkin #dragon rambles #draconic #dragon therian #otherkin #otherkin community #dragoncore #dragon

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mx24 · 10 months

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what reptile do you think susie is? i call her a lizard or a dinosaur or a dragon interchangeably but i'm not sure what she's actually supposed to be

think she's a dragon, or at least draconic. a few things in game suggests she is, like her Mane Ax.

being a dragon fits her into that satanic theme the Delta Warriors have goin on too, cuz of the Great Red Dragon (AKA Satan). she's got a red-themed spell, she's pink, n got crown motifs, all of which may have relation to the GRD if she is indeed draconic.

#mx rambles #answered #undescribed #[ firm Dragon Susie believer. nothin could sway me (cept for some solid evidence against her being draconic then. uhhh) ]

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draconicocelot · 5 months

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Compilation of Luis sayings since he is the most beautiful wonderful perfect character that was neglected by Capcom skdjsk

Bonus: his sassy pose when Leon is playing the shooting gallery games

#draconic rambles #resident evil 4 #re4 #leon kennedy #luis serra #screenshots #I adore them your honor #*squeezes the comfort blorbos*

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offrozenmemoirs · 19 days

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"Makoto," Maisie glances at the floor worriedly. The both of them have been sitting beside together. "I am not sure if you're able of this, but your tail looks like it's about to coil around my leg."

Unprompted Asks || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

"Hm?"

The dragon looks at his companion, before noticing that his tail is in fact curling around Maisie's ankle. He wonders just when he's become so comfortable around the woman, part of him feeling slightly uncomfortable with the gesture of affection. Yet, another part of him doesn't mind. How could he, when all he wants is to be treated softly?

It's stubborn pride that makes him deny gestures of affection, pushing others away and keeping the icy wall around his heart. He's afraid to lose others, and he's afraid to have his heart torn out once again. For all the power he held, he couldn't protect someone he loved dearly. So he walled himself off.

He remembers Maisie's hands cupping his cheeks, and how it made him freeze, how gentle her touch was, how warm her hands felt against him. He remembers leaning into it, a soft rumble of pleasure vibrating within his chest. Eyes closed, he simply enjoys the presence of another, for however short of a time it may have been.

"Ah. My apologies."

Makoto's voice is surprisingly soft, and he looks down at his lap, tail uncoiling from around Maisie's leg, before adjusting to wrap around her wrist instead.

"Makoto? Are you okay?"

He nods in response to her question, and allows a smile to come to his face. He doesn't know what he's supposed to be feeling anymore, however short the time that things have been, in between his training as an Astral Knight, and dealing with the ramifications of Orchidus returning to their world, there had been a growing sense of both irritation and desperation.

The prince wants nothing more than a break from all the work he's been doing, to try and live something of a normal life for once. Alas, that wouldn't happen, not quite yet. So, perhaps it's time that he makes more of an effort.

[But you can't continue to go on without properly mourning. How can you help when you can barely pull yourself together long enough to get your current work done? You've locked yourself away so long that you don't know how to live among the world anymore.]

"Sometimes I wonder if I'm still capable of changing. I know I'm not easy to deal with. That I'm too eager to jump to violence...But I...I never want to feel powerless again, to feel as if I'm going to fail the people who are relying on me."

[I don't want to fail you.]

"I don't know how else to be, and I'm afraid of what's going to become of me once I tire of fighting. Who am I meant to be, outside of a general? What place do I have in a time of peace?"

Maisie sits, and she listens, and she's always listening to the problems of others, but who listens to her? How long has she had to be the one who keeps things together, who pulls it all together and holds it there when they're on the verge of breaking? How much more could she do before she broke? Yet she gives her all to people, she gives her all and more, even when she shouldn't. He is not worthy of her, and he knows that. Yet she continues to give him chances. He feels her hand rest on top of his, and he flinches as he's pulled from his wandering mind.

Gentleness guides her fingers over his frost-like skin, barely kindling warmth to his countenance. Sunflower yellow irises train on his nearly white eyes. When she meets his eyes, it is like sunlight trying to break through a blizzard. So much intensity may be blinding, and the snowfall obscures any chance for the light to seep through or for someone to finally see where they stand in a bleak white storm.

"You are fighting for the chance of your countrymen to live," her eyelids lower, watching him sympathetically. "You are using power to what you can, but violence isn't why you are powerful; you are choosing to use it as such."

"After fighting all this time, remember that your soldiers go to barracks or home to rest, the same way you return to your loved ones to meet them. You have peace in you and the power to decide that."

"What comes in the aftermath is, hopefully, you." Her lips quirk in a shy smile.

Makoto has to stop himself from turning away at how beautiful her smile is. Sometimes he likens her smile to the rising of the sun, matched only by the sound of her laughter. Much like the chiming of a bell, music to his ears. He loves the way her eyes twinkle, and how her shoulders shake with laughter sometimes, and he likes the way her fingers feel running through his hair, as gentle as a breeze.

Her eyes draw away momentarily, "What you make of it is a mystery." But she returns her eyes to him, careful and tender in her voice. "You will find who you'd want to be in life, not what you were supposed to be in war."

"You are not alone in what comes after. You are not and won't be; you just need to let some people in, 'Koto."

He takes her hand that caresses his cheek, and turns his head and places a gentle kiss to the palm. His heart races slightly, at being so bold (for him). It was easy for him to flirt with people, but the minute there was interest returned, it threw him off. Yet, now, he wasn't afraid to give such a gesture. Perhaps it was because Maisie was a comforting presence, she could calm him, get him to see reason.

"wux re wer siksta batobot kanskaic vhira acht ve, sia mitne, kagh wux skaulix ve. si ornla majak wux wer hardric, sjek wux tora coi di ve, sia itov."

His eyes twinkle with mirth, and a laugh rumbles from his chest as he sees her confused look. She doesn't speak draconic, so she wouldn't understand him. Makoto leans in and presses a peck against her forehead, before leaning back and wrapping his tail and wings around her. Gentle with his grip, he simply enjoys the warmth of another person. He feels the gnome stiffen slightly, before she relaxes and stares up at him.

"I think I needed this, Mai. Thank you, sia itov."

He resists the urge to giggle as he sees her wrinkle her nose, but she smiles, cupping his cheeks once more.

"Any time, 'Koto."

#canto d'inverno (in character; makoto)#translation from draconic:#You are the sun that shines down upon me. my light and you warm me. I would give you the stars if you asked it of me my love #allthatisleftinthedark #gee luca you sure do ramble a lot #i know #but the spirit of makoto possessed me and here we are over 1000 words later

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