#alternate dod

[chopperfancard]

One Day (False DoD au short story

“Ow, Ow! That hurts!” A small, young seawing dragonet whimpered and squirmed at the stab of pain that hit its scales and muscles as another dragonet; a skywing to be exact who about the same age wrapped some bandages around what seemed to be a quite apparent burn wound.

“Maybe if you stopped moving like I told you to, it'd hurt less!” The skywing dragonet hissed, making his annoyance with the seawing’s whining very clear and apparent.

“God, are all seawings this whiny or just you, Squid?” He continued on.

“Flame, please stop.. You’re talking like her again…. I don’t like it, not at all.” Squid bitterly said under his breath, in between the grunting and moaning from the pain of his burn wound.

“Well, Kestrel teaches us how the world’s gonna be outside! She teaches us how the world outside is nothing but war and violence. And if that’s how it is, we can’t be weak. We’re supposed to be strong, not weaklings! The only reason she hates you guys is because you’re all weak! Isn’t it?” The young skywing dragonet said, but in his voice was a hint of doubt and uncertainty. It seemed as though he himself didn’t even sincerely believe what he was saying.

“Well, either way, it’s why I want to become a healer anyway. You idiots need to be in top condition if we’re going to save the world, and I need these skills if I actually want to help dragons in war. So stop crying and deal with it like a big dragonet.” He spat out, snuffing out whatever pinch of insecurity leaked into his voice earlier with aggression and anger as smoke and ash crawled through his throat and escaped out his nostrils.

“You’re only saying all that because you’re her favorite. She treats you like… a son. Me and the others? I don’t think she’d even care if we all died tomorrow.” Squid talked back, uncharacteristic for the normally meek dragonet, he didn’t want another skywing to be yelling at him, he already dealt with enough of that from Kestrel. The young dragonet felt tears form up in his eyes like a whirlpool remembering how awful the training today went, and how badly burnt he got… And what Kestrel said to him, which hurt more than any burn or any scratch or any bite mark he acquired in that fight, or any other fight with both Kestrel and the other dragonets in the cave combined.

“I wish she died when Viper stabbed her with her barb that one time.” Squid blankly said.

The room fell silent, Flame didn’t speak, not even a growl from him. He just continued working on Squid’s wounds. The silence was… deafening, to say the very least.

“Flame?” Squid called his name, wanting to ask him something. No response.

“Do you ever think about who our real parents are?” He asked him.

“Why?” He seemed uninterested in the question.

“I mean… they’re probably better than our guardians here. Kestrel and Dune are awful, and Webs barely tries to do anything about them…” 

“Well, our parents are dead, probably.” Flame said straight-forwardly. Not even phased or bothered by what he just said, as if he just accepted that as the most likely possibility for a long time.

“Flame… You don’t mean that, right?” That was a rhetorical question, Squid knew full well that Flame 100% meant that.

“What are you, stupid? There’s a war outside and everyday Kestrel and Webs always tell us about all the burning bodies of dragons that stretch out all the way to the horizon. And you think our parents aren’t one of those hundreds of dragons?” Flame continued as he wrapped another bandage around his tail.

“And you just don’t care?” Squid asked him.

“...It’s not like we knew them anyway- So it's a waste to get all sad about it.” He said with a certain jumpiness in his voice.

“I-I guess you’re right.” Squid said under his breath. Sighing quite heavily.

“Alright, you should be good to go now, I think… Try moving.” Flame said, he’d just finished tying up the last bandage on Squid’s body.

Squid’s muscles tensed as he tried to get up, after laying down for so long, his body felt heavier than usual as he tried to get back onto his feet. He did it slowly so as to not hurt himself, though when he stretched his wings, the pain began stinging again, causing him to wince and cower. But he kept going, trying his best to stay strong despite the pain, like Flame would. He eventually was standing on all four legs, though shaking with his muscles as tense and hard as the rocks that surrounded them all in this cavernous prison. 

“So, do you feel okay?” Flame asked.

“Y-Yeah..” Squid responded with a shaky voice and a nervous smile. “T-Thank you, Flame…”

Flame was a bit shocked at the ‘Thank you’ he was given. Around here in the cave, that kind of gratitude was jarring, to say the least; and from Squid of all dragons? Viper would never thank anybody for anything, Ochre is too stupid and lazy to remember to do so after someone does him a favor, and Fatespeaker would just talk about her visions even though it had nothing to do with anything of any sort of importance. And the guardians are just their own story.

Flame eventually snapped out of his trance, he shifted his wings slightly as he turned around and began making his way toward the exit of this part of the cave.

“Uh huh, yeah, you're welcome. Come on, let’s go have dinner. Hurry up already. Viper and especially Ochre aren’t gonna be saving crap for us, and Kestrel definitely won’t care to fetch more food for the two of us if we miss dinner.” And just like that, the Flame he knew and… tolerated was back in full force. Though for whatever reason, Squid thought that his words of gratitude meant a lot to Flame, and he just wasn’t showing it. The idea that his fellow dragonets sincerely cared about one another deep down but just didn't show it was a comforting feeling, and what he chose to believe. Even though the likelihood of that was very, very low.

It was probably just in his imagination, though. But what was more important was getting to the dinner hall so he could actually eat something and not go starving for the 2nd day in a row. So the young seawing dragonet chased after his skywing brother, or as close as he could get to chasing in his physical state.

Dinner was about as chaotic and dysfunctional as Squid would usually expect. Eating food in peace was practically an alien concept for the dragonets, and Squid was stuck cleaning up the mess of his other siblings. Flame was Kestrel’s favorite so he always got his way around here, everyone collectively knew Fatespeaker and Ochre wouldn’t get anything done if they had the job and the job landed on Viper, but she threatened Squid to do it or else she’d stab him, so needless to say. He was stuck with the job.

The cracks of the flames of the torches that filled the caverns echoed through the rocky halls and within Squid’s mind. It was one of the first sounds he heard in this world when he hatched, he thought. And ever since that day, they’ve been there, every part of every day. The flames of the torches seemed to be the one consistent thing in this life, he thought.

What kind of life is this? He’s a Dragonet of Destiny, he and the others are supposed to be the most important dragons in history. But here they are stuck in a cavernous prison and can barely agree on who gets to do chores around the cave, arguing over every small thing and getting into rough fights over the sorts. If they can’t agree on that… How could they ever hope to end the war? How could he ever be a hero? That’s what Kestrel always told them.

A stab of pain from the burn mark Flame had treated earlier distracted him from his train of thought… God, why did he have to be the one to work around today? Would it have killed them to give him a break for a day or two?

One day, everything is going to change, I feel it. One day I’ll be a hero, I’ll be the most important dragon in Pyrrhia’s history! I can already feel it…. Squid thought to himself, trying to bring up his own spirits and motivate himself. He began to smile a little, the first time in a long while. He imagined himself being showered in praise all across Pyrrhia. The kind of dragon that people wrote and told stories about. The king of dragons that people looked up to, and aspired to be like. That would be him, soon enough. How soon he wasn’t sure, but he knew in his heart that his dream would come true one day.

One day.

[ravewing]

nah if i was one of the alternate dragonets id be soo pissed because imagine thinking that you and the other four kids youve been forced to grow up with in below-ideal conditions are destined to save the world and then you find out that you jus the backup plan💀

[ok-i-draw]

May or may not have been reliving my childhood and watching DOD ( Daughter of discord ) and reading SILOD ( Son in law of Discord ).

DOD by: Disneyfanatic23

Cotton candy: Cotton Candy or C.C is the oldest of the two siblings and the most chaotic. Taking more after her mother’s side, she’s very bubbly and quite lively to be around. She loves making sweet treats for others and loves making others smile!

Minti’Chip: Minti is the youngest of the two and he a more reserved than his older sister. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have ambitions. He takes after his father’s side more and has more changeling powers than he does chaotic. He trains with his father to control his transformation and trains with his aunt Trix, in secret to get stronger.

[i-hear-a-sound]

i think I know whose behind this

this is an awful fucking joke sorry

[scrollwyrm]

New chapter of my SkyWing Dragonet AU! Out on Quotev! Please read it!

I won’t spoil it but we’re just getting started!

[autobahnmp3]

i am actually really angry that 2 people are suspecting 2 different people solely based on vibes it seems

[gu6chan]

there are so many cultural differences between the eastern fandom's general characterisation of characters and the west's general characterisation of them but one of my favourite ones has got to be that a lot of eastern fans (esp. in taiwan and japan) view leonard as being extremely smart/well-educated where if you ask the average western fan you'll more likely than not get "oh he's STUPID lmao"

it seems like both seem to agree that he's wise (albeit laughably pathetic and a little masochistic on the eastern side) and there seems to be a general consensus in the west that he's skilled in several areas (Namely cooking) that's also shared by fans of Leonard in the east but the snap-off between academic intelligence like DOD1 Fandom in the east: "He probably aced all his classes and was the smartest kid in his school, everyone looked up to him........" DOD1 Fandom in the west: "is illiterate and probably scared the letter u is some kind of demon"

which is another thing i love that the idea of midgard having public education is SO popular in the east it makes me almost want to check the novel to see if there is because there is a LOT

[whiteout022]

I think flame found peace when he became a healer :)

[secretly-a-catamount]

Warslayer

The Queen of the SandWings didn’t look like a hybrid but the rumors still clung to her reign in the same way that fresh morning dew clung to the underside of a palm tree leaf. She lacked the signature poisoned tail barb of her people, her scales were a bright gold and her eyes were a particular shade of green. But it was more so the fact that she had appeared out of nowhere at the end of the War of SandWing Succession, the Eye of Onyx around her neck, and been declared the Queen by the entire Royal Court that had made the tribe as a whole uneasy about Sunny. But the whispers never reached her ears, mostly because she was never at the palace.

Signing peace treaties, conducting post-war census counts, creating trade agreements, establishing uniform schooling, Sunny — as she was still known to her friends, her mother, and no one else — had her talons-full rebuilding a nation.

But to the bejeweled SkyWing that didn’t matter. None of it did, except—

“I did not steal his sheep, Your Majesty!” the dusty SandWing shrieked, wings flared, “I have my own livestock, what use could I possibly have with his?”

“The markets don’t lie,” the red SkyWing rasped, smoke curling around his horns, “my sheeps’ wool is selling better than yours. As is my cows’ milk and my horses’ leather.”

“That is not true! Supply and demand is relatively the same in the entirety of the Scorpion Den.”

And then Alpine’s former business partner went on and on, about nothing, really, and when he finished he gave Alpine a triumphant glare, as if he had been the one to suggest an audience with the new Queen. He wasn’t.

“Under the old laws, or lack thereafter, yes. How the Den is run now — wonderful, by the way, Your Majesty, wouldn’t change a thing — not so much. You’re being edged out, Desert Fox, completely and utterly. Your business is collapsing.”

And then they went on and on again, talking in little circles, the Queen mediating all of it.

Eventually, a conclusion was reached that they could all agree on. They left.

Sunny was momentarily, only momentarily, alone.

Queen Sunnyfold the Warslayer sat on her throne and controlled the lives of her subjects like a puppetmaster with an army of marionettes.

Queen Sunnyfold the Warslayer sat on her throne and reconstructed a society shattered by decades of war.

Queen Sunnyfold the Warslayer sat on her throne and was a child.

[floorpancakes]

HELP I GOT A RECOMMENDED POST THAT SPOILED ME ON THE HOLIC MOVIE

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

I've only been waiting *checks Discord messages* about 3 and a half years for this to happen, after it was teased in Holy Night with You (the Ichiro/Hifumi/Doppo ARB event) and Dawn of Divisions...

Having gone through Club Matenrou (<- the full event title is "Official Trip! Club Matenrou ~ Shibuya Halloween Night ~") as soon as I could, I have some things to add:

#so here’s arb actually providing and using the suit sensei wore in ra➕

Not to be a nitpicker, but there are differences between the overlapping characters' host outfits (as of this reply, who knows if there are future host events?):

Ichiro's is only superficially similar between media (Discord comparison from when the RA+ ep. came out):

Jakurai's is a closer match, but if you look close enough, there are still differences (Discord comparison done for this post):

(Spoilers for this event and the previous Halloween event - Scramble Recital, featuring Ichiro, Gentaro and Dice - below.)

#so i hope we get jakurai roaring drunk this time it was a fr missed opportunity LMAO

At the end of Scramble Recital, Dice mentioned there was a drunk doctor causing a disturbance.

...Sure enough, this is Jakurai. One of the drunk guys (A) from Scramble Recital forced Jakurai to have some alcohol after Jakurai tried to bust up A having a potential brawl with another drunk guy (B) by trying to talk things out with A.

This is after Hifumi and Doppo try their best to stop Jakurai from having alcohol at the Shibuya host club, including Doppo pretending to like whisky bonbons so much, he eats them as a reflex.

We don't get to bear witness to the lyrics, but drunk Jakurai also performs a rap singing the praises of alcohol and knocks A and B out. He then talks to them, thinking they're just sleeping even though it's early evening. (All this while Jakurai's hiccuping.)

Hifumi and Doppo do think of intervening, but they stop each other at first. Only when it seems like the drunk guys might attack back at the end of the storyline do they properly jump into action.

*sniffs* they………. they’re giving us the mtr host event that we were denied all those years ago…………..

[macgyvermedical]

I encountered a drug called "Dextromethorphan" when looking up things that react with grapefruits for a fic. I found out it's been banned in Sweden since the 90s, so I couldn't use it for this specific story, but if you've got any interesting history I'd be happy so know!

Are you ready for this? Like. Ask yourself. Are you really ready for this?

In 1954, a researcher with the US Public Health Service received $282,215 (1954 dollars) from the US Navy, ostensibly to find a non-addictive alternative to an opiate drug called codeine (used for pain and and as a cough suppressant).

So the researcher found a bunch of people who had substance abuse disorder and tested 800 substances on them, trying to find ones that couldn't cause physical or psychological dependence, even on people who were prone to that sort of thing.

(Now, you might be asking if this experiment was ethical. The USPHS was concurrently doing the infamous Tuskegee Syphilis Study, so while I couldn't find any concrete answer, imma guess no.)

Out of these 800 tested substances, we use 3 today: propoxyphene (used as a painkiller), diphenoxylate (used as a diarrhea medication), and dextromethophan (a cough suppressant (and, as of 2022, part of a fast-acting antidepressant)).

Importantly, it was later noted that all of these are addictive substances and today most of them require a prescription. Though depending on where you are in the world, you might just have to be over 21 and show an ID.

You might think this sounds like a pretty standard story.

You would be wrong.

Because while the US Navy was the one handing the money to the USPHS, the US Navy had come by it via the Central Intelligence Agency.

Yes. The good ol' CIA.

So what stake did the CIA have in a non-addictive codeine replacement? Nothing, it turns out. That's just what they'd told the US Navy. What they really wanted was an incapacitant- a drug that causes incapacitation like unconsciousness or continuous hallucinations- without killing. Incapacitants are also useful for discrediting prominent political figures by making them look like they have severe mental health concerns, which was another reason the CIA wanted them.

This was part of a project called MKPILOT.

And wouldn't you like to know which of the three listed above they liked the most? Dextromethorphan. Because at high doses it causes severe- and incapacitating- hallucinations (this is also why it is banned in Sweden).

The problem with it is that it requires really, really high doses (about 3 grams, which would have to be packaged in some other substrate)- this would make it difficult to slip into a drink or food.

(It should be noted that around the same time, the US Army was doing research into a much more usable incapacitant called 3-Quinuclidinyl Benzilate which required as little as 150mg of the substance to be useful- it was featured in a MacGyver episode and I did a nice little review of it here. While I have no sources that say the CIA was directly involved in funding this, based on their extensive funding of similar DoD projects at the time, they probably did.)

But you wanted to know about how grapefruit interacts with dextromethorphan:

A substance in grapefruit (along with seville oranges, limes, pomelos, and possibly pomegranates) blocks the pathway by which many drugs are metabolized in the liver. This causes the levels of drug in the body to be much higher than expected. In the case of dextromethorphan in particular, it can mean that the drug stays in the body a lot longer- up to 24 hours instead of the usual 3-4 hours. It can also make side effects and toxic effects significantly worse, leading to hallucinations and sedation, even at low doses normally used for coughing.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I would genuinely pay money to see an alternate reality where everything bad possible happens. Clay dies, Sunny is stuffed by burn, darkstalker takes over Phyrria, and the other mind takes over Pantala. The whole nine yards. But then once darkstalker and the other mind colide a new set of dragonets (The rencarnations of the DoD) Finally come to bring a era of peace throughout the world.

.

[ok-i-draw]

More ponies!

Nixe Nahla!

I based her off of the Kelpies, sea ponies and the sirens. She’s kinda an amalgamation of all pretty much. I do imagine her as Minti’s girlfriend, but idk, we’ll see.

I think it’ll be interesting to kinda bring the ocean/sea into the story!

[nancydrewwouldnever]

No matter what you think of ASP, Chris, or Biden, if this video does anything to get a few more votes for Biden and not Trump, I'll take it.

Maybe the positive feedback and validation from the events this week will rejuvenate Chris and give him some focus on his career.

Look, here's what I want to say to everyone coming into my inbox right now with hate asks: the Presidential election of November 2024 is not going to be ideal, but it is going to be picking the lesser of two evils. What, exactly, do you think Trump would be doing right now if he were President? I can tell you - he'd be gleefully offering nukes to Israel to bomb the Middle East and the Palestinians. No, actually, he'd probably be telling his DoD to come up with reasons he could drop them himself. Do I like the Biden Administration's response to the situation in the Middle East? No. But I also know the alternative response from a different, Republican, administration would be so, so much worse.

That's all I'm going to say on that, and I will continue using my delete button liberally. Please use the time you would take to write me hate asks to do something different that actually helps the situation, like making a donation to charities which are on the ground in Gaza and Egypt helping the injured and displaced Palestinian citizens.

[scolopentagon]

❄️ Winter ❄️

1-post deployment

2-armored

3-pre deployment

I’ve already created an AU that centers around the DoD so I thought that having one with the Winglet as the main characters would be interesting!

Winter was the sort of character I didn’t really care about until much later. I read his book and to be honest wasn’t that thrilled.

Initially icewings were my favorite tribe from the get go but I was always disappointed at how their society was treated. Their queen did die to some disease after. So in this alternative universe the roles are reversed and thanks to their immunity achieved by their cold body temperature and blue blood they are left as the defacto tribe that can combat the crisis head on with the least risks.

Initially the icewings are uninvolved as the ice wall isolated them, but as Blaze the possible queen of the sandwings begs Glacier to help as the Scorpion den is overrun they become heroes. Multiple icewings volunteer for the extermination squadrons outside the wall to raise their ranks and Winter as mentioned joins the. To find his brother who was taken pre outbreak. His more than just status based motivation actually makes him an exceptional fighter.

The relative peace with the nightwings is not achieved by an animus spell but rather by them having to ally with them as they try to find a way to combat the virus as the nightwings are the second most equipped to take on the disease on thanks to the bacteria in their saliva giving them resistance. Icewings preserve samples in ice breath and bring it to a hub where nightwing led research into how to formulate a cure is done. Sandwings are also heavily involved in the effort, or at least those who reside in Smolder’s stronghold, as they are knowledgeable of poisons that may aid in creating a cure.