#dqb2 Hellen

[sapphire-draw]

Do you think he can hear prayers?

[enbyboiwonder]

Oh, no, I’m pretty sure he’d be fucking delighted. You can make stuff out of even his molt? That’s awesome!

(Well, my Malroth, at any rate. Your Malroth…)

[octo-l95]

"Hellen, what does your mouth look like?"

[wingedlightsss]

Watch me build lovingly crafted, deeply thought out houses for each of the Malhallans while my human residents are left to fight to the death over the two beds on the entire island

[shopvidramon]

shop update time! 🌟

returning digimon design: potted togemon gets a new holographic finish! <3

new digimon designs: ace palette dracmon, labramon, & pawnchessmon, aro palette gatomon, hagurumon, & penmon, and aroace palette floramon, kunemon, & palmon! <3

new dqb2 designs: arisplotle resting in a pan, gremville enjoying his tentagliatelle, and malroth as healslimes (both dqb2 & god form)

returning dqb2 designs: happy, smiling n04h, farmer pastor al, farming apprentice hellen with planting poles, captain whitebones high five, griswold + poxglove, and ghostly guest

obligatory seasonal malroth: summer edition! marine monument, fishing mal, and swimming mal (all originally seen on my building journey set)

new dqm3 design: a big, happy goomulonimbus sticker!! <3

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[theoryfan205]

Edit and warning I guess: I don't like this fic, I don't think I wrote this that good and I'm only keeping it up for records sake, so read at your own risk

"so, this festival is called Halloween?"

The thick air of autumn blew across the island of awakening, acorns island now technically but the old name always stuck with him. The trees all turning orange and red, the cold breeze that reminded him of being on the boat, he had to admit it was a favourite ever since he first saw the change

"Yeah! Everyone dresses up as monsters and decorates all spooky like. During the night people go out dressed up and get free sweets! It started ages ago, when people didn't like monsters that much. They showed up a lot on this day so everyone started dressing like them to blend in. Eventually it stopped happening as edrick and his friends did their thing but the tradition stayed!"

Malroth smirked as his builder explained away, talking quietly but fast as she hung more of those dracky drawings on their shared house. Frequently switching her attention between hanging the decorations and looking at Malroth.

"Well then, we'll have this in the bag! You can dress up as some of these sweets you cooked up and I can do this!"

Within a moment it all changed, with a triumphant smile hairs turned into horns, hands into claws, alot of claws, his size grew Just enough to tower over everyone on the island, and just in the nick of time too as his builder slipped and fell off the pumpkin she decided to use as a stool. Honestly she can build one whenever she wants, she doesn't need to risk falling over this

"M-malroth?"

"Haha! You're sure clumsy today! Here-since I'm taller let me do the decorating, I can reach without falling!"

With two hands and his snake tail he held acorn safely as he used his four other arms to continue hanging the dracky decorations, smiling with a wicked grin as he went along

"There we go! All finished! You should have asked for help in the first place you know, with your height you'd need two pumpkins to actually reach up there!"

Laughing again he set acorn down safely on the ground near their house as he shrank and six arms became two, horns became hair, claws became two hands. He opened his eyes to smile at his builder, only to see her looking at him with half relief

"C'mon Malroth-"

"Hey wait-"

"Let's go see what everyone is dressing up as!"

Before he can do anything acorn has grabbed his hand and started pulling him down the stairs, rushing over to the green gardens, every house was decorated with similar decorations, webs and drackys, some black sabrecubs and stray spiders.

Every person wore some kind of costume, Rosie was dressed up as a magus, perry had a simple costume, just some black sabrecat ears and drawn on whiskers. Though he couldn't fault him for not being able to put the effort in, he already looked terrified of Rosie's costume! Let alone all the decorations!

Before he could laugh at the situation he was quickly pulled to a stop, returning his attention to acorn he saw that she had found someone to talk to, specifically Hellen and Jules, the two monsters wearing human masks instead of costumes like everyone else.

"Hi guys! What are you dressed up as?"

"You guys aren't even dressed up! Though I guess we don't need to, we're already monsters!"

Acorn always spoke a little quietly, so Malroth always tried to relay what she said, though even with her quiet voice he could hear something wrong in how she spoke, he didn't do something did he?

"Honorable acorn! Almighty Malroth! I have gathered the monsters of this fair island and we have decided to join in, since we can not dress as monsters we have decided to dress up as humans instead! I have gone with my apprentice Rosie, her potential is enough to be feared by all!"

"AnD iM gOINg aS BAbs! hEr zHOoSy VAdA IS uNA I hAD tO tROll FOr! iM SuRE tO gEt aLL tHe gOOdIEs thIS yEAr!"

"I'm sure you are! Both your costumes look great! I haven't got mine ready yet but I'm working on it"

"Yeah, sure you are, the costumes look decent enough for masks that's for sure! Acorn still hasn't got her costume ready but I've got mine! Check this out!"

With a toothy smile he extended his arm as it quickly morphed into three arms, green scales and Sharp claws revealed themselves as he showed off his arms, ever since he learnt that his god powers were back he figured out how to change forms and he's been loving it! Showing off whenever he can

"Almighty malroth! It is truly a blessing to be able to see your powers in action, this is a momentous event to witness!"

"THaTs iMPreSsiVE! YOU'rE CaTChiNG oN qUiCKly wItH hOW tO USe thAT MALRotH!"

He flexed his arms at the praise, smirking as he turned to his side

"What do you think a-"

The words died in his throat as he turned over and noticed his builder wasn't there, looking around he quickly spotted her near the cliffside of the green gardens, turning briefly back to the two before quickly running off after her, Hellen nodding after him as he ran, quickly skidding to a stop next to the ledge and in turn, acorn.

"Acorn? What's wrong? Is the holiday not going well? If someone's been mean to you just say the word and i-"

"It's nothing Malroth. Its.. it's me, I'm the one Making this dumb, it's nobody else's fault"

She sat on the cliff, curling her legs up onto herself, he slowly sat himself down next to her, grabbing her hand and holding it, rubbing circles into the back of it with his thumb

"You're not stupid, you're my builder and no one is allowed to insult you but me!... can you tell me what's wrong? You're not at fault, the only thing you've done is help, acorn. You've brought this holiday here, you helped make this place real and you're my best friend. I want to help, please let me."

She looked over at him, fear in her eyes as she let out a breath, tightly holding his hand

"I'm scared, Malroth. I'm scared that I'm going to lose you like on malhalla. I tried so hard to get back to you and... I was too late, I promised to help you, to beat the sense back into you but... I did it too hard, Malroth. You were... You..."

Their positions quickly changed as she started crying, he went from rubbing her hand to pulling her closer to him and hugging her as best he could, rubbing circles on her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. He heard loud and clear in his ear what she said next

"I killed you. You died because I couldn't save you"

"I was so scared, I'm still scared, Malroth. I can't do that again... What if... What if it happens again and i kill you? What if you don't come back... And it's all because of me?"

She hiccuped and sobbed as she spoke, his hug got tighter as she went on, he didn't know she was suffering like this... When did this start?

"Acorn, look at me, I'm alive. I'm in control, hargon is gone. I'm not going to ever be like that again, and I'm never going to blame you for hurting me if I ever get like that, you promised me remember? You'd stop me if I ever stopped being myself, I'm never going to blame you for that. I wanted you to do it, I'd rather die then hurt you and the world you love, and I'm never going to hurt you again, you're never going to have to hurt me again. I swear. We're safe, acorn, it's over..."

The two held each other as the fireworks flew and exploded in the sky above, knowing they'd never be apart again.

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Ignore the typos and potential character errors I did not have the time to check the game for how Hellen and Jules spoke, it's like 11 pm and I'm exhausted. this was for the weeks dqb2ber theme of sweets and goodies, I think I did terrible so I'm doing something else on the end of the week day, the theme was exactly the reason I included Jules, as a goodybag it felt obvious. I always thought the builder would probably have their own trauma from having to fight and thinking they killed their best friend, I know I was destroyed during those few moments before the high five happened, so we've got some acorn trauma! Also including the idea that eventually Malroth gets to switch between human and monster form, it's dope I rest my case. I hope you enjoyed the read!

[icicledream-archive]

[benn-dqb2]

haven’t done enough tablet targets to access the malhalla npcs again. i miss my monster buddies so much 😢

[selfcontrolbuilders]

Self-Control Story - Chapter 1: Doubt

N04H stood before him, almost broken to the point he had already voiced out his last will. Hammer in hand, he was disposed to comply his last will. He lifted it, ready to swing it at the remains… But the hit never came. The hammer slipped his hands and tears slipped down his face.

“-Hey! How could you do this to me!?-Malroth’s voice sounded in his head.

-Forgive me, Malroth. Anessa has convinced His Majesty that you are too dangerous to walk free, and I cannot refuse a direct command from my king-the voice of that hypocrite and traitor sounded.

Truth to be told, Ice had been quite resented for what Warwick did. To the length of kicking him where it hurt the most before starting the fight.

-I’m not talking to you, stupid. Why, Ice? Why would you build a dungeon for them to throw me into? Just because they asked nicely?

That stung. He didn’t do things just because they asked nicely. While it is true he didn’t ask for an explanation, he had enough gears in his head to create a reasoning as to why they needed it, especially in Moonbrooke. In that kingdom he had been so cautious he had started throwing suspicion even on the king. Anessa was a suspect because of Warwick’s saying, then Warwick was suspicious for throwing such blame on her, the rest of soldiers… Well, Gerome had indeed manifested himself against his beliefs. Zara had been with the deserting soldiers, who had come from the outside, so she was under suspicion too.

-Listen, Malroth, nobody had-he was cut by his best friend turning around so he facing his back.

-I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t even want to see your face.”

Why? Why did he say that? He understood he had felt betrayed that time, but…

“The key fit in perfectly, meaning the only traitor was Warwick. He opened the door and neared his friend.

-Malroth…

-Oh. It’s you-he said with such indifference and disgust Ice felt as if his entire reality would turn into that one nightmare he once lived-So, you’ve finally decided to let me out, have you? What’s happened?

-Well, I built a huge tower weapon and… Atlas, the Major General of monsters wants to destroy us all… And is coming over for a visit-Ice said looking at the side, if Malroth was this resented then he’ll probably make a fuss over the weapon.

-…Huh. So you’ve built a massive magical cannon, and now the Major General of the monsters is on his way over to destroy us all. Ha ha ha! Are you serious? There’s a big, bad baddie coming, so now you decide to let me out of my cell?

-“Malroth, please, it’s not my fault that we live in an absolutist system…”-was what he’d wished to say, but hesitance pushed him back.

-You leave me locked away here-never even dropping by to say hello-and now that you’re in trouble, you come to me for help?

-“They didn’t let me anywhere near the cell! I would have passed by to say hello and have even a one-sided conversation!”-another answer that he wanted so badly to say, to scream at him… But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t.

-You’re disgusting, Gelius-Malroth spat like his name was poison.

He went out of the cell without bothering to look back. Ice was left alone trembling, but not from cold or fear. Malroth’s rejection and hatred stung so badly… It was as if somebody had been poisoning with a slow-working venom of those that really sting you. He tightened fists he hadn’t noticed that had formed. A shadow cast on his face, Ice cursed Rubiss for the first time in his whole life. He’d never been a religious person, in fact, he’d built the church because he knew the others were believers that needed a guide. He only built it because of the request that had formed by those who follow Rubiss. He hated the Goddess now with every cell of his being. Pure hatred that also targeted Hargon and his whole army. He hated everything now, every monster and human who believed things would go well, because, for him, things weren’t going well at all. A tear slipped and fell to the floor, shattering, for it was frozen.

-I hate you, Rubiss-he muttered when he’d anticipated the light glow trying to reach him-Don’t you even dare speak to me or I’ll go and seek for a way of destroying you, make you suffer. Haven’t I already proved vengeful enough for you to be cautious? Aren’t I that cursed child even his family rejects? Give it up, will you? I don’t care if it’s Erdrick’s or the Demon Lord’s blood the one that runs through my veins, I don’t care about wielding a sword to fight for a destiny that never belonged to me.”

There was no way Malroth would have ever wanted to see him again after he got thrown into the cell. That was bothersome for Ice. Build a castle, Lulu said, it will culminate our kingdom.

-“You can go burn in hell, Lulu”-he thought-“Did the thought of me being in the right mood to build a castle ever pass your head? I may have imagination, but back then I would have drawn a gigantic fortress with several weapons, like Cantlin.”

He didn’t even pay attention to whatever were Anessa and the others building. He couldn’t have cared less. Yowies? Snow fields? Those were already noted down by somebody else in the book. Traps? He was born in a giant fortress with weapons hidden everywhere. He would’ve loved to create the Cantlin Shield, though.  In his mood, so stressed and mad over what had happened in the Kingdom, how a friendship that lasted three islands went to waste in less than a second. Sure, the thing about Ra’s mirror was another thing Malroth was angry about, but he had made sure to point out he had used the mirror on everyone, even the king himself, that he could have built a whole fortress around the Isle of Awakening with such traps not even the ship could’ve survived. Had he had a bit more of time…

“-Malroth, wait-Ice said after having gained back his composure, putting a hand on his shoulder.

-What? What else do you want?-he snapped turning with a harsh glare.

-Malroth, plase, I didn’t intend to imprison you, and I couldn’t decide even whether to-he was cut off by the red-eyed man again.

-Shut up! Okay? Just shut up. I’ve had enough of your excuses.

Tears welled up in Ice’s eyes. He’d already had an open wound with Malroth’s snappy behavior, and now it felt as if Malroth had thrown salt on it.

-Oh, for crying out- Anyone’d think you were the one whose best friend betrayed them…

-Malroth!-Anessa called.

Ice stopped listening at that point, looking away from Anessa. He didn’t want to show himself weak after slaughtering so mercilessly all those monsters, screaming and cursing each one of them as if a demon had possessed him. He’d even joked about doing an exorcism… Before Warwick and Anessa discovered the true nature of such an animalistic blood-thirst. Half human, half monster. Rejected by humans for being part monster, rejected by most monsters for being part human. The only creature that had accepted him as he was had been Malroth. His somewhat sassy and slightly rude behavior slightly reminded Ice of himself, when he was in Cantlin people often mentioned how he looked and acted like his grandfather, a very sassy and snappy builder with a great talent, merging Tantegel into one city, teaching the builders in Cantlin and becoming a modal builder in all of Alefgard, and Erdrick’s only cousin. The one that forged the Sword that the Prince of Midenhall used to slaughter the evil priest Hargon and his Master, whose name had been locked up inside his memories, no matter how many times he’d heard it.

-Hey, Gelius-calling him by that name was the part it hurt the most. He’d told him to call him Ice instead of Gelius, since “Ice Crystal” was the name his mother gave him, Gelius being his grandfather’s name, which had been passed down on him-I’ll help you beat Atlas. But after that, we’re done. You built a dungeon to lock me away and only let me out when you needed my help. That’s low.

Another critical hit. His soul’s HP seriously needed those medicinal herbs he carried around, or a healing spell at that matter.

-I suppose it makes sense, though. Why would a builder like you care about a guy like me who can only destroy stuff? I thought we could be friends, but I guess I was wrong. You and me, Gelius-we’re through.

“Since when were we a couple?” was the first thought that crossed Ice’s mind. Then, he processed the sentence’s meaning, which actually made him feel like his soul had been ripped by the Master of Destruction himself. Ironically, he eventually discovered Malroth indeed was the Master of Destruction, so he added this situation to the ones where irony made such a hurtful effect it was painful even to remember.”

His origins was something he kept a secret to everyone. The fact he had the legendary Erdrick’s blood running through his veins and at the same time monster blood also ran through said vessels made the irony even more accentuated whenever he thought of his destiny here. He had thought of the irony of it all when the king of Moonbrooke told him the blood of the hero ran through his veins and his knowledge about a certain secret that it seemed to also have been passed down in his family when he saw a very old and dusty blueprint about the Kazapple Cannon.

“Peace. How ironic. The world may be at peace, but his world was crumbling, falling apart. Anessa celebrated it, along many others. They even made a feast and a firework show. Ice couldn’t care less about shiny exploding things by then. He felt as if his soul was tearing itself apart, which would eventually lead to either multiple personalities or his own death. He went to talk with Malroth, sure, but only because the king asked so.

Perhaps he really was like Malroth had said. Doing things just because they asked for them nicely.

-…Huh? Oh, Gelius, it’s you. How long have you been standing there?

-“Good question, Malroth, I even lost track of time during the feast, so I wasn’t conscious I’d made it here until you said so, I could’ve fallen from the wall and I’d still be walking was it not for you and your little question.”

-That Kazapple cannon of yours is really something. Guess you won’t need me around to beat up the monsters any more.

-“Actually, I can’t make more than that one… Though if you saw how I’ve been in battle lately…”

-You build thing, I mash monsters. But you don’t need me any more-and I don’t need you-“Stop playing tough”-Once we get back to the island, we can go our separate ways.

The rest of the night was just a fuzz of lights and noise. He had been fond of exploding things once when he was about twelve. The Master Builder had to stop him before he blew up the Tantegel’s center with fireworks and wrecking balls. That had been left behind once his sweet friendship with Malroth had broken. Not even chips had he eaten in the feast, and it was by far his favorite food that could be cooked with Moonbrooke’s resources. Had it been for him, he would have gone to his room and stayed inside for the rest of the night.”

Malroth had left it clear enough: he didn’t want to see him anymore, let alone have a friendly conversation with him. He had stated clearly he didn’t need him, that they should take separate paths. So why was he insisting on intertwining them again? He surely was now BFFs with his oh-so-devoted follower Hargon, why would he need him now? N04H and the others, one the other hand…

By now tears were streaming down regularly through his face, eyes watery and watching N04H’s remains. He couldn’t stand it. Why was he trying to get to Malroth even? To make others happy? To fulfill that promise he’d made before their friendship teared apart? Why not care about the ones who were truly at his side, and not turning tables whenever they wanted? He was fed up of traitors, lies and all that crap. All he wanted was a happy family with a nice life, was it too much for the Goddess herself to give her favorite family a happy ending?

He hugged the pile of nearly useless metal.

-I’m sorry, I can’t do it-he cried onto the machine’s “chest”.

Hellen watched sorrowfully how the scene evolved. She had anticipated this. He’d shown himself a little too attached to very simple things such as that oaken club or the car he had so badly named. Affection was the problem this child had. He grew too attached to things, even knowing they could break so easily…

-Ice, there’s no doing it, either you do it or we do it-she said, though she had no intention of destroying the broken robot any time soon.

-No! I’m not going to! And I won’t let you! Who cares about the forsaken Master anymore!? Who cares we used to be friends? My friends are here and waiting for me to return back at the Isle! Screw Malroth! He’s as rotten a god as Rubiss!-he blew up-If he doesn’t want to see me, then be it! I don’t want to either!

Adamn growled. A direct insult to the Master of Destruction could cost him a high price.

-Ice, be reasonable! Didn’t you say you never broke your word? What about the promise you made back then?-Hellen said, containing Adamn by extending an arm.

“-Ice… If-anything-were-to-happen-that-led-me-to-my-end, I-want-you-to-promise-me-you-will-carry-on-my-last-will-N04H’s metallic voice called him.

-Sure, of course, after all, you almost didn’t live to tell it before, so I’m ready to accept it whenever it comes-he coolly said with an expression of pure seriousness-And I never break my word. I swear  in the name of my bloodline I will carry on with your last will.”

Ice growled, glaring at the priestess. The Children of Hargon surely knew how to attack where it hurt the most. His tail popped up again and it threw itself at Hellen like a whip.

-And I will! But not here and not now! Not when the Master is menacing us all, let’s go! Whitebones, turn the engine on!

Everyone looked at the builder astonished. Surely he wasn’t planning on leaving another friend out there, right?

-Ice, weren’t you so determined to rescue Malroth?

Ice looked at Hellen, a cold stare.

-That was until someone died to reach my targets. I’m not like them. I’m not like the disgusting humankind. I’m not like my family… I’m not like Allen or Hargon. I wouldn’t fall so low as to take profit of others.

Something in the back of Hellen’s mind triggered when Hargon was brought to the conversation like that.

-Hargon wasn’t like that. He’s not one to break his word easily, like you used to be-she argued with a serious tone.

-How do you know? You’re not real, remember?-he said, his look turning into a dark one-Who cares about an illusion anyway? All this world is fake, isn’t it? Then let it be destroyed, I’ll be the emissary of destruction in the real world. Those who believe will be saved, those who don’t… Well, let’s just say salvation will be beyond their reach.

Ice started walking to the place Whitebones was, commanding people around. He spoke to him about the journey between worlds, a topic they both shared an interest.

Hellen scoffed, as if he knew a thing about reality and illusion. The child was already far beyond what this illusion could bring, talking to himself in a lively conversation being enough proof. She thought of the day she earned her title, back in Furrowfield’s council. How the screechy voice of the high priest had given a name, which turned out to be hers… How she learned the true nature of this world and her own self. It wasn’t easy to accept you were a mirror of Hargon’s memories, locked in the back of his mind while the illusion was created. A mirror of a person, specifically, a dead person.

In the half-in-ruins castle that towered over everything else in Malhalla, a bored high priest was resting on his throne resting his chin on his hand, the elbow of the arm of said hand resting on the throne in turn. He looked at his right, then his left, then at the front again.

-For how much more are we going to wait for that accursed builder, Malroth?-he voiced out loud for his Master to hear.

-Just a little more… I’m sure he must’ve figured out how to fly around here by now. It’s a matter of time he comes-he replied in Hargon’s mind.

-Honestly, do you believe he’ll even show up? I mean, he knows his place is not fighting us, and believe me, you could have already destroyed this world five times already.

-Just a little more?

-It’s been five months already!-Hargon screeched, the sentence echoing through all of the castle, then back to them-How much more are you going to wait until you realize they have no intention of coming?!

Hargon’s outburst shocked Malroth. In fact, the priest had been asking every five hours how long did he intend to wait, but he had been patient until now, which made him shout the harsh truth.

-I tolerated it the first months. Figuring out a way to move around here is as difficult as learning master-class spells without having cast the basic ones once before. When is it going to get through your thick skull? The builder is not coming!

-Then I’ll go find them-Malroth said appearing and crossing all four arms.

Hargon sighed.

-Honestly, you never know when to stop, do you?-he said bringing a hand to his forehead-I’ll go with you. Sometimes you need someone who isn’t the size of a two-floored house to call other people for them not to run away screaming for help.

With a nod, Malroth crouched and Hargon jumped on his back, arms crossed and a grumpy expression on his face.

-Go-he simply said before taking off.

They flied through the whole place, searching for them before Hargon caught a glimpse of something yellow.

-I could have sworn that our buildings were dark green… What is that?-he mumbled-Malroth! Over there! Check it out! But… be cautious, we don’t know if they have weapons.

-Sure-Malroth said before turning to fly in the direction that yellow building was.

Malroth, being the careless monster he was, one that used brute force, took the ark’s wall with two of his arms and peeked inside like it was a toy box.

-Hellen! There’s a massive green lizard trying to take over the ark!-Arisplotle called the priestess-Can you bring along Adamn and Zebadee?

-What kind of lizard do you mean, chi-she started and looked at Malroth-Oh.

-Fear not, my disciples-Hargon said jumping down onto the ark-the one you labeled as “massive green lizard” is our Lord and Master, Malroth. He has come to seek a slightly tall human with light blue hair, a backpack with a giant book and traveling clothing who says to be a builder.

Every monster in the crew looked to each other. After hearing Hargon’s ominous voice through statues, the Trinity had grown to think he would be an ominous character, but he somehow did look familiar. Perhaps it was, indeed, the high priest.

-I think the one you speak about is me-said Ice coming out of the kitchen with a deadly serious expression-I do not wish to hear what you have to say, Hargon, I am not like the family of heroes, I have been taught not to listen to evil creatures such as you.

Hargon looked at the builder from head to toe.

-Inspecting you closer, you do resemble the one that initiated your linage of builders. I have seen him enough times traveling through Torland to dare say that. It’s almost disgusting that Malroth grew fond of you, knowing your origins.

-Hargon-Malroth growled-We haven’t come for that and you know it.

Hargon scoffed. He’d found the builder, now what? What does he intend to do now?

-Hargon… It has indeed been a long time since I last heard of you-Hellen said-I am Hellen, the one you labeled as one of the three priests in the Trinity.

-I know who you are, could you do me a favor and shut up for now? Malroth has something to say, if I am not mistaken-he said.

-Oh… um… yeah… Ice… I… I’m sorry for what I said, can you come over so we can catch up?

-Now you come crawling at my feet to apologize, huh? Maybe Allen was right about you monsters…

Malroth could feel a tight knot in his stomach, wasn’t Allen the one Hargon had spoken like he was a bloodthirsty monster in a human body? Was Ice now resented and willing to follow the steps of the Prince of Midenhall?

-But I guess just by saying that we’re even, so… I guess I won’t take his words seriously-he said cracking up an evilish smile.

Malroth and Ice high-fived to celebrate it. They were friends again.

-So… Now that we’re friends again, can we go back to the Isle and…?

-Malroth, look at yourself. There’s no way you fit in your room in any way. You’re… Let’s put it this way, a twenty meter long giant winged lizard with fangs as big as me. Do you think the villagers are going to take this… normally?

-They took your thing fairly easily.

Ice furrowed his brows. By that time Hargon was sitting on the floor with his arms crossed, this was going to be a long, long talk.

-I am a half-monster with the regular human blood running through my veins… You, on the other hand, are the incarnation of Destruction and a giant lizard with four massive arms with which you can break anything.

-I can breath fire too-Malroth added.

-That does not help. We would have to shrink you or something, you don’t even fit inside the pyramid!

-Huh? I don’t? I thought that thing was huge.

-It is, but you’re even more huge.

Hellen was glaring daggers at Hargon by then. He had referred to her so rudely…

-I’m sorry-Hargon mumbled.

-What?-she asked.

-I’m sorry-he stated more clearly-I didn’t intend to snap like that, it’s just… I’m not in my best mood. I’ve been waiting for five months for this child to show up and he now asked me to find him so that they may be friends again. I’m… tired to say the least.

Hellen giggled. Hargon sure got worked up for something really silly.

-Um… I forgot to tell you, the rest of the Trinity is here… He’s Zebadee-she said pointing at the priest in charge of the Court of Chaos-And Adamn, the Inquisitor-she said pointing to the archdemon.

-Ah, yes. I still remember assigning you the charges back in the day… Happy times those where all I had to worry was travel around the world. Now I have to babysit Malroth because for some reason he acts like a teenager. Anyway-he said getting up-I must go, the world isn’t going to destroy by itself. Malroth! That’s enough! If you want to keep your friendly encounter take him, we’re leaving.

-Oh…

-Wait, you’re taking Ice with you!?-Hellen exclaimed.

Hargon turned around and signed something in monster language. His face was like saying “I’m fed up”, and his foot was constantly tapping against the ark’s floor.

Hellen gasped when she understood what was he saying, probably something very rude. Adamn wasn’t bright enough to understand it, he’d never been a coded language monster, but Zebadee understood it and his staff illuminated like when he was about to cast a spell. Hargon noticed this and pointed his own staff at the priest and it shone brightly.

-Hargon, stop-Malroth said picking Ice up with one hand-We’re about to go.

-You aren’t taking that child anywhere!-Hellen said angrily-Now put him down and stop whatever it is that stops the End of the World as We Know It.

Malroth didn’t understand anything, and so did Hargon. Why did the Trinity of Hargon want Malroth to put down his friend?

-Oh, I get it now, you have fallen for his tricks to, haven’t you?-he said looking at the bell-Truly, and here I thought you all were brighter than the rest… This bell is the sign of our archenemy! How dare you let him put that in front of our sacred place?! You have been building too, haven’t you? Can’t I trust my own Trinity? I chose you because your faith was genuine!

Hargon sounded betrayed in Ice’s ears. He had the exact same tone Malroth used in Moonbrooke’s fight. He felt sorry for him, he knew that even he had the right to feel betrayed, as evil as he was. Everyone had feelings… except for Rubiss maybe, that was clear enough. Words of trust, charges… They all had been entrusted with something and now they were following the exact opposite doctrines of those he had taught. He lowered his head in what he hoped was something like an apology.

-Let’s go, Malroth-he said, he sounded like he was trying to contain something.

While they were flying back Malroth asked Ice something very curious.

-Do you think it was the right choice to come and find you?

Next Chapter

[yaldabaoth]

miscellaneous dqb2 drawings

[princessofzenithia]

Monster family

[monstrous-m]

dqb2 stuff, I really like Hellen

[enbyboiwonder]

The monsters of Malhalla reacting to the Buggy Buggy’s name

“It’s just the same word twice in succession!” That’s what makes it so great!

[octo-l95]

By popular demand, a small selection of DQB2 reaction images i have saved

[djoctoling]

Happy 34th Anniversary Dragon Quest!

I almost missed it, but I noticed in time to revive this place! Have an art featuring some Dragon Quest characters of mine, some being collaborations and some being the canonical existing characters. 

Featuring: 

Equishlantia/The Dragoness (the purple dragon)

Malroth (Shonen Malroth/Human Malroth)

Discordance (The human next to/behind Malroth with light brown hair)

Hargon

Slave-gon (another Hargon from an AU I have yet to introduce)

Dragonlord

Psaro

Ice (small white dragon)

Zoma

Profaniss (the dark blue-green monster similar to Hargon)

Baramos

DragoNlord (the weird pale blue humanoid. Yes, he is the Dragonlord from Captain N but with humanoid form)

Hurgon (a bootleg Hurgon brought up by a DQ Discord server, the weird colorful dude near DragoNlord)

Zoma’s Devil (Or Zoomer as I headcanon his nickname is)

Hellen (the whackolyte from DQB2)

Shidaneil (a yet to be introduced son of Hargon and Hellen)

(I apologize for completely disappearing from this place for a while)

[purplepersnicketywrites]

I am a fan of the Dragon Quest franchise but I never played the builders ones. I just finished XI and it was a WHOLE lot of fun. I heard you say nice things about Builders2 on twitter and I was wondering if you would want to talk about it? I'm all ears! Like I know you liked the story but what about the gameplay? What kinda game is it? How about the characters? Please, share your knowledge (if you want of course) ! I wanna get excited about a new game! Also have a great day ❤

Ooh I’m taking this as permission to ramble. So Long Post Ahead!

I’ve just finished the XI demo! I’m thinking about getting the full game soon ‘cause the demo alone took me like 8 hours to get through, and I’m the kind of person who’s just like Story? Story? Story? So the more content, the better!

The only other Dragon Quest game aside from the Builders series was IX, the one with the Celestrians, and that was great, haha! I really like the character customisation aspect there. The series as a whole has some interesting lore!

But anyway! Dragon Quest Builders 1 & 2 are like... fusion sandbox building/rpg games? There’s not really the same method of stat progression as the main games - you expand your health bar & you make better clothes/weapons and that’s mostly it - and fighting isn’t turn-based. It’s just like, Press A Button To Hit.

On the whole though you’re not there to fight - you’re there to Build Things. It’s kinda like Minecraft, in that there are blocks and materials and crafting! It’s all easy enough to pick up on, and there’s stuff for collectors/completionists to busy themselves with, too!

You get specific things to build for the story quests, but other than that you’re pretty much free to do literally whatever you want given you have all the materials to do it with, haha!

Both games are set sort of as... not quite parallels of the main series game line, but they’re both inspired by the story of the corresponding main series game as if something different had happened! And you’re basically going around and helping out rebuild the buildings (and as a result the communities) there.

Builders 1 happens in an alternate Alefgard that fell into ruin after the original hero from the first DQ game sided with the villain. It’s a pretty linear game with four set levels of areas you have to rebuild. You can’t return to any of the areas after you’ve completed them. (Or rather, you absolutely CAN, but if you go back to a level you’re either restarting it, or popping in at just the point before the level’s big Boss Fight.

It was really fun! It has the cute art style and the cheeky humour & punniness inherent to the series, with the gut-punching story twists you usually don’t see coming. I’m still reeling from a twist that was pulled in the second level and it was a couple years ago by now!

The characters in DQB1 probably weren’t the most in-depth? Like, there were definitely some that were better than others and I greatly enjoyed some of the ones that were there! But the only characters that were present through all 4 levels are the Hero/ine and the goddess Rubiss, who speaks to you in your head sometimes but doesn’t make any physical appearances. So while you may grow attached to some characters, you don’t have as much opportunity to grow attached to them!

DQB2 split off from DQ2 after the protagonists defeated the dragon-like god of Destruction and his most devoted priest, Hargon. See, DQB2 suggests that Something Happened when they died/discorporated... The particulars of that are a little spoilery but it’s pretty easy to begin Suspicions early on in the game thanks to foreshadowing.

You can go back to most of the other places in the game even if you’ve completed the story there, too! The tools - there are more of them beyond just the hammer seen in the first game, and they’re easier to use!

DQB2 is like, all the good parts of the previous game BOOSTED! There’s a lot more Story, you get to see a lot more of the characters you meet, and you can return to most of the places you’ve been to, as well!

The characters are typically what I find the most interesting part of any story and I really did enjoy the ones in DQB2! The characters are way more developed than in DQB1 - especially Malroth, who remains your partner for the vast majority of the game! He has a lot of personality and I adore him!

Now that I think of it, all of the notable Islands have female ‘lead’ characters, actually... Lulu, Rosie, Babs, Molly, Anessa, Hellen, Gillian... And they’re all pretty different! It’s refreshing!

And there’s LOADS of monsters who are actually characters that can live with your human characters this time ‘round! Pastor Al, Goldirox, Arisplotle, Gottfried, Gremville, Jules, Captain Whitebones... The list goes on!