#DRAGOS I'M WEEPING

[sincerely-sofie]

SORRY IM LATE

*Ahem* Anyways Your trademark is definitely your art style! Kinda papery but also really sweet and comforting in this way, almost like it reminds you of home or something?

(referencing this post)

THANK YOU????? OH MY WORD???????????? THIS MEANS SO MUCH??????? I'M SNIVELING IRL??????????? NO WORDS ONLY SCREAMS????

[tekumaniac311]

A Dragon's Hunt: Part 3

Within the hour, Drago had taken a twin-seater SR jet to pickup Crafty and together the pair set off to the planet Sirhc was located. "So. You don't want to..lock him up?" Drago did not look at her "That's right, if you read the files you'll know someone like him needs to be put down." Crafty sighed "I did but..what if, i mean a big IF. This guy might be regretting all he did right now..?"

Drago just scoffed "I highly doubt it, he's too far in his delusions to think he did wrong, as soon as i find him and end him, that grudge will finally be over." Crafty just shook her head at her boyfriend. "You should at least think about this once we see him, please Drago..."

Not long, the two arrived at the planet Sirhc was currently living, it didn't take long to track him, he was walking his way home when Drago landed the twin-seater jet in front of him and stepped out, his face full of venom. "You"

"Magi-hun who is--" The guy couldn't finish as Drago roughly grabbed him "No! No more delusions!" Drago then punched Sirhc in the face before tossing him down, all while Crafty just looked to the side, worried. Sirhc slowly rose to his feet "Why the hostility?" Drago scoffed "You should KNOW why, you scum!! Overweight, lazy, pathetic and egotistic freak.."

"I'm not any of them, it's 'them' they've been ruining my life!" Sirhc wined "Some yes, but others you kept giving attention to, that lead to more humiliations and more incidents! You never once learned to just ignore, hell some tried to help you and what did you do..reject!" Drago roared, his pent up anger boiling.

Sirhc got up to his feet and slowly walked up "I..i am a deity, with lots of music and love in my heart!" he says right into Crafty's face, she covered her snout from the stench of Sirhc's breath, Sirhc then received a punch from Drago. "More like empty, filled with layer upon layers of nothing but FAT GREED!!"

"Guess your not reconnecting with your heart and soul enough--" Drago's anger boiled more "Reconnect?? To hell with you about reconnecting!" He picked him up by the collar "And then..that day, you should know it. Your own mother...HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!?!"

"It was to help her.." Sirhc spoke, still smiling with insanity "You ruined her life, you ruined many around you!" Sirhc slowly sank to his knees "I am a divine dimensional being with lots of soul.."

"Your a f#cking MONSTER..." Drago spat. Slowly, surely, Sirhc began to sniff, tears beginning to run down fast "You..I..You...No...your right...what have i done...I'm..a monster" He begins to bawl loudly while Drago looked in disgust, brandishing a small blue fireball he prepared to finally take his revenge but then, Crafty spoke.

"Drago? Let's go, he know's what he's done.." Drago's expression softened as he looked at her face, then back down at the weeping Sirhc, overwhelmed with guilt, realizing what kind of person he truly was. "Please...end me..." Sirhc whimpered.

Drago was silent, the fireball in his hand slowly vanished, taking a step back he turned away with Crafty following him.

"Drago..?" Craftycorn softly asked "You're right, there's nothing to be gained. I'll take you home..."

TO BE CONTINUED

AU by @onyxonline

Drago belongs to me

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

WIP Wednesday! (insert meme: it's been 84 years...)

Hello! I think I've neglected these beautiful WIP tag games as of late, so I took the chance, after being tagged by the lovelies @bostoniangirl21 and @miraakulous-cloud-district (thank you both so much!🧡), to share a bit of CH20 of The Priest and the Dragoness (I'm seriously thinking of changing the title of my fic, so if someone wants to give me their opinion about this Cursed Thought™, I'll gladly take it!). Also, the beloved @miraakulous-cloud-district had the idea of making this WIP combo with a picrew of ocs! I'm so excited to share! 😍

Tonight, in that dream, she does not see the precious faces of her dear mother and father she always recognized even if she never knew them or touched them or kissed them in the waking world, nor does she hear the rough but heartwarming voice of her wise old wolf, Kodlak Whitemane.  She does not dream of Vilkas and Farkas’ affectionate fraternal teasing, the tender motherly sternness of Aela, nor does she blend her youthful voice with Whiterun’s liveliness during the New Life Festival, in its songs, dances, feasts, in Magnus’ slow return to Nirn. She sees neither the darkness, the shackles, the rot of Northwatch Keep, nor even senses Caranthir’s breath chilling the back of her neck.  Sometimes, Jia dreams of herself as a dragon. She falls to her weak, human knees, weeps and screams without voice, only to feel her spine crack lengthwise and then split in half like the shell of an egg, as the acrid stench of seething, ripped-out flesh engulfs her like a firestorm, dominates her from head to toe. And then, she sees her two blood-leaking wings spreading through her shadow, and she takes flight, and she brings debris and death.  But tonight, in that dream, she is not a fire-breathing, blood-raining wyrm. In that dream, she is a bird, a swallow, and behind her soft, feathery wings, she knows a delicate shaft of the warmest, most pristine sunlight dovetails with her close behind, creating technicolor colorings upon her lustrous plumage; and from beneath her small-boned body, she sows springs and summers, meadows and groves, all with a single wingstroke.  In that dream, she flies towards a colossal tree. Though suddenly her flight grows swift, erratic, hopeless, so much as one would wonder how a swallow’s flickering little heart can withstand this kind of fear and despair. For this tree that she hunts with time’s passing, is not for nesting and is barren of verdure or fruit in spite of the spring-bearer’s sight; this is an unearthly shade of dark, black wood, of twisting, writhing branches as if they are coming to life, haunted, rotten to the roots and even beyond those, like—  Like a hanged man’s tree. “Sleep,” Miraak tells her, when she startles awake, in a whisper drawn out of the loveliest lullaby, as though he is, too, tethered between reality and a dream, his caressing fingers blindly running up and down her back. “It was just a dream.” They are never just dreams, the words her brain pushes to speak aloud, but her eyes close again, and she’s plunging into a vision that she may not remember come morning.

Now for the lovely picrew!

OH but of course I would make not only Jia but her Miraak too, what do you mean... 😇

I'm tagging some people with the hope I'm not bothering them, so absolutely no pressure for this! Still, it'd be wonderful to see your creations, whichever they are! 🥰 @blossom-adventures, @sothas, @prettytamagnii, @illumiera, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @thequeenofthewinter, @ruskycreations

[whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist]

For a smile

"Mammoth mammoth look!"

The tiny icewing plopped the large ball of snow ontop of the other. "I made a snow dragon!"

Mammoth gave a deep chuckled "That's a very nice looking snow dragon."

"What...what's that?"

Mammoth turned to the other dragonet who pointed out into the distance.

The approaching dragon was larger and seemed to have no wings.

"Go back to the village."

Mammoth spoke quickly as he stood up. The dragonets nodded and quickly scurried away with the exciting news of someone new.

Mammoth walked up to the dragon. His stern gaze fell very quickly seeing the condition this dragon was in.

Their sides were fresh with blood, they had scars and bruises all along their scales, each paw was red with dried blood and it looked as if they had no talons.

The dragon looked up. She squinted at mammoth. Her jaw quivered open and all that came out was "Cold.." her legs shook and threatened to give out. She barely held her head up.

Mammoth furrowed his eyebrows and quickly dropped low nudging his head under her chest. She panicked and weakly flailed trying to push mammoth away.

"I'm trying to help you." Mammoth growled as he pushed back.

She seemed to accept defeat and pulled herself onto his back.

Mammoth glanced back as he opened his wings. The dragoness had curled into his mane and passed out. Poor thing. Mammoth frowned and quickly took off toward his cave.

Gaeas eyes fluttered open. She was warm...and her wounds didn't sting anymore. She gently lifted her head. Her vision was blurred as she had her glasses no more.

"Good evening dear."

Gaea jumped and turned finally noticing why she was so warm. A large dragon sat working on some necklace looking thing next to her. His wing was draped around her back....her wingless back. Gaea could feel tears prick her eyes as the memories flooded back.

"How are you feel- Woah uh.."

Mammoth was caught off guard as Gaea began to weep into his shoulder.

"I...I'm sorry..im sorry.." she croaked.

"What for hun? You've done nothing." Mammoth dropped the beads and rested a talon on her arm.

"I... I dont know." Gaea frowned finally looking at him.

"Well let's start off..I'm mammoth." He introduced himself trying to figure out what this dragoness was doing all the way out here.

"Gaea." She spoke as mammoths wing gently wiped her cheek.

"You look pretty rough Gaea what might I asked happened?"

"I was accused to be a thief. I...I I'm not I swear! They...they thought I stole from the queen. They ripped me away from my sister's and then..." Gaea looked at her talons and felt tears once more "Then they ripped off my wings and took my talons. They grabbed me and dropped me in the mountains. Broke my glasses doing so. I wandered and somehow I ended up in the icewing kingdom. Ev...everything is a blur all I remember is being cold and in pain. Just pain." Gaea gritted her teeth as she felt the sting of her wounds.

Mammoth frowned "That's horrid! What proof did they have?"

Gaea frowned "None nothing but lies spewed from the mouth of the young queen. She never liked me she doesnt like anyone accept her treasure. "

"Even if you did your punishment seems very extreme.." mammoth gritted his teeth as his lips curled back in a snarl "that's just like those royals all they care about is their treasure."

Gaea hung her head "I just wanna see my sisters they're still young and in their big wing! Or....was." she sighed looking at her back again.

Mammoth lay in thought for a moment. "You still are you know." Gaea nodded with a long tired blink. "Well we'll get you all set up here and healed. I can fix you a pair of glasses as well."

Gaea looked up "Really?"

Mammoth nodded "for a price though."

Gaea frowned "I'm sorry I dont have any treasure or anything to trade."

"A smile would work for me." Mammoth smirked.

Gaea was taken back but chuckled "fine, like this." She gave a sarcastic grin. Mammoth laughed "I'd prefer a real one but itll work."

Gaea laughed and gave a tired smile.

"That's better, now you rest up." Mammoth squeezed his wing tighter around Gaea.

Gaea gently laid her head down and mammoth could faintly hear her mumble a "thank you.."

He hummed and went back to his necklace

writing was kinda rushed but im not disappointed in it^^