#undragoned dragons

[kamabokobun]

Un-dragons your spirits [updated!]

[midoristeashop]

was feeling silly goofy so I undragoned the dragons

I’ve seen some artists draw human versions of the dragon gang so naturally I wanted to join in the fun 😌

Edit: HELLO to ALL people who have reposted this or are planning to repost this (looking at you Pinterest) please don’t!! I do not appreciate my art being reposted and respectfully if you have please please take it down thank you

[riffuxpawz]

imagine tho

[poizonedapplez]

Darkspawn 🔪🩸

[candythemew]

Pitaya Dragon Cookie and the quest for STEW.

You’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice????

[draconic-anders]

@fairyservice

Anders had taken to his pass time hobby of scrounging through trash looking for whatever he deemed a treasure,a very undragon like habit, but he was amazing by all the good things people would just throw away without a second thought. Like now he was arm deep in garbage, an arm full in plated dragon scales kept hims safe from whatever may be in there, as he dug around, tossing aside most of it. His head whipping around to look at a noise in his periphery.

"Hey I got here first you can have whatever I do not want."

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

I heard this theory that the Spirit Dragons Dinraal, Farosh, and Neydra were once Zonai in the past. This theory is strengthened by the introduction to the forbidden art of draconification as well as the dragons sharing similar facial features to that of Rauru and Mineru (the last of the Zonai by the time of Ganondorf). I thought I'd share my take on origins of the 3 original dragons and why they became the way they are.

("The Undragoned Dragons" by kamabokobun)

Long ago, well before Rauru and Sonia, when the Zonai empire was at its peak. The Springs of Power, Wisdom, and Courage were tended to not by dragons, but by Zonai priests or shrine maidens. Each priest was trained from a young age to eventually take up the position of the new priest. This sacred duty was passed down from generation to generation until it eventually reached Neydra, Farosh, and Dinraal. I'm not sure whether it was through prophecy, observation, or even a mix of both, but the priests had come to a startling realization... The Zonai Empire was doomed.

This likely led to a secret meeting with the priests as to what was to be done as, without a future heir, the Sacred Springs would fall into ruin and fade away. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that in order guarantee the shrines' permanent protection, the priests had only one choice... draconification. Likely they knew what this act would cost them as well as it being explicitly forbidden, they decided to keep it a secret to prevent others from stopping them. When the time finally came, Dinraal, Farosh, and Neydra swallowed each of their secret stones, and with that the priests were no more, and the dragons were born.

Over the course of centuries, the Zonai empire would eventually fall into ruin, and any memory of the Spirit Dragons ever being Zonai would be lost to time. Yet still they remain, diligently guarding the Springs of Wisdom, Power, and Courage as they had always done, hidden away from all save magic or the innocent. The story of TOTK is surrounded by triumph and tragedy, community, responsibility, as well as sacrificing for one's self either for others or for your own gain. But the story of the dragons will always stand as one of the biggest tragedies of all, three people who gave everything they had so that the task they'd sworn their lives to would not be in vain. A task they still perform even after the Zonai empire has long since been buried and forgotten in the sands of time.

I like this theory and the plot for the 3 dragons. When Mineru tells Zelda about the secret stone and what happens by swallow it, I immediately thought that at that point dragons were people in the past.

What makes me think most is how the Zonai knew that by swallowing the secret stone one could live forever in a dragon form, I mean, how did they come to this conclusion? Someone had done this well before the 3 dragons came? And how did Ganondorf know if Rauru had already imprisoned him when Zelda did the deed?

In Totk there are too many uncovered points from the plot side and that's what I don't like, adding a new population without dealing with their history really leaves a lot of unknowns. I think spending some time on their story in the game would have been better.

I like this theory, I personally think that 3 zonai who spontaneously decide to transform into dragons for the greater good seems really true to me!

Thanks for sharing your story! 💖

[rainintheevening]

Chronicles of Narnia 30 Day Challenge — Day 13

Least favourite movie?

Voyage of the Dawn Treader

To be clear I actually really like it, probably more than most people, and perhaps even more than it deserves, but I'd rather enjoy it for what it does give me, and let my imagination fix all the parts that feel wrong, rather than be miserable or angry about it.

It's mostly little things that bug me: lines of dialogue that don't quite ring true or fail the historical narrative, that one deleted scene being a deleted scene and not in the movie (the mutiny scene lends so much more power to the sailors' response to Caspian's speech before they go into Dark Island!), the scarcity of quiet moments on the ship. Those kind of things.

The only major thing I miss is the undragoning of Eustace being longer and deeper.

But again, I don't have to let those thoughts ruin the movie for me. I actually quite enjoy the whole idea of hunting for special swords, of the battle with the sea serpent being the climax, of Eustace being a dragon for longer. Will Poulter is brilliant as Eustace, Eustace and Reepicheep's friendship is lovely, Caspian's arc is good... There's a lot to like.

But it definitely falls last in the trio.

[everf-redesign]

Billy

I've already done my rant about these guys naming conventions right? Like my guy why is he named BILLY???!?! that's so basic and so undragon im sorry my guy your name is now Scorch that's still kinda basic but its much better than Billy ;w; (no offence to any billys out there but i refuse to let a dragon in the same universe with names such as caldera, blacktip, and GOSTIR be named billy)

Anyways uhhhhh quadrupedified him and gave him some trauma in the form of a missing leg! He picked a few too many fights and has since become a coach for dealing with dragons like him who were just too aggressive and teaching them better ways to express their anger. Basically a therapist but the dragons think themselves "too cool" to need therapy so he's just "the anger coach"

[colloquialcolors]

tired. so in lieu of a standard braindump upon finishing a game, simply what i was yelling at the tv during the end sequence of totk, aka

- they UNDRAGONED HER?.?

- and they FIXED MY ARM????????

- and they TOOK MY CLOTHES???????????????

plus a bonus "oh she's a little fucked up after all that huh" @ zelda. which means i may or may not be a little in love w/ her now . i was kind of displeased with the. reversal bc it felt like a cheapening of her sacrifice bht then! the post credits scene... no that did a Number on her still so perhaps i Am ok with it. my gal youve got a Lot to process huh. lov u zelda hope u actually get an appropriate amount of time to grieve . this time. after getting catapaulted into a scenario where you realize youll never see your home or loved ones again. having essentially re settled into a new support system while assuming you would never see your old one or world again. getting close to people involved. literally and knowingly sacrificing yourself to fulfill that duty . only to somehow wake back up again having lost. your world and family. AGAIN. my gal u just do not catch a break huh. at least link got to eat some steaks and like. catch frogs and experience the sun between his strife. you got time warped and had a lil fun and then had to fight a war and then sacrificed yourself and were dragoned for x yeara and now you're BACK and youre leading a country again and people are pledging their allegiance. and. jfc. someone let you and link take a nap Please. lie down. please.

[kamabokobun]

Un-dragons your spirits <3

[midoristeashop]

undragoned dragons pt 2??1! + bonus human toof expressions

@sboochi cloudjumper for u my dear

y’all really ate up my last undragoned dragons post (tysm I love all of u) I might do more wink wink wonk

Edit: HELLO to ALL people who have reposted this or are planning to repost this (looking at you Pinterest) please don’t!! I do not appreciate my art being reposted and respectfully if you have please please take it down thank you

[iiryebreadii]

OKAY. OKAY. finished totk. more thoughts. Everything is under a cut because 1) spoilers for the end of the game and 2) it got LONG many thoughts head full

I got all the shrines before going to fight ganondorf, and I'm sad to say they did the botw thing and made it so you can only fully upgrade either stamina OR hearts, not both. Finding the shrines was actually made much easier with the lightroots in the depths! I went around and filled out the full map underground and that let me know which shrines I had missed on the surface, and then for the sky islands I used the hero's path to see which ones I hadn't visited yet and then sifted through those until I found them all

Speaking of, THE REWARD FOR GETTING ALL THE SHRINES?? HELLO?? I can't wait to see what people say about that bit of lore cause idk WHAT is going on there. furry link real

going into the depths of the castle to find ganondorf was so nerve wracking lmao, the music did an excellent job of putting me on edge. and the little note about how the sages' powers can't reach you?? excellent, very ominous

Going back to the very beginning of the game, the corridor where you walk with zelda, but this time without her and with it covered in gloom... ough. My experience with the beginning of the game there was basically me just happy screaming about getting to walk around and talk to zelda, and that juxtaposed with the ending, where I'm getting ready to fight the demon king with ramping anxiety, OUGH very cool

my BROS came to HELP i love them. also I keep forgetting that mineru is a sage even though I use her for piggyback rides all the time

REHYDRATED GANONDORF REAL. like I know we saw him in the trailers and memories and stuff but I wasn't sure if we'd get to fight him at full strength you know? I thought they might pull a fast one on us and make the final fight against pee-paw ganon, which would have been kinda lame tbh

Ganondorf does perfect dodges too!! He gets the slow-mo!! thankfully he cannot flurry rush lol. I spent the entire first phase against him with both of use just circling each other and trading occasional blows, felt very cool

the transformation into the demon king was super cool but my favorite part might have been how the health bar just. kept going. nearly off the screen. that was equal parts awesome and hilarious

I saved a bunch of super strong weapons to fight him and what do I end up doing?? Only using the master sword. my WIFE made that sword for me I am damn well gonna use it to kill him. it just never occurred to me to try to use anything else lol. Except arrows with gibdo bones fused on, cause those things do CRAZY damage

MY MAN ATE HIS STONE. OKAY. OKAY. also I LOVE how much he looked like the calamity during his transformation, with the glow-y yellow eyes and misty body. I wonder if he has any memory of being calamity ganon? Maybe the calamity was just excess rage and malice instead of something with more intent. It was obviously intelligent, but how intelligent?

DRAGON FIGHT DRAGON FIGHT DRAGON FIGHT

MY WIFE CAME TO SAVE ME!! I LOVE HER!!! That whole part of the fight was super cinematic and fun, I got legitimately emotional when she dove in to the rescue. All that time I spent sitting on her head and flying around hyrule, who knew I was actually training for the final fight

ZELDAAAA I'm so glad I could undragon you girl I missed youuuu I missed you <3 rauru and sonia are vibing in the afterlife now, which now makes the fact that rauru passed on asap after helping link make sense, he was probably missing his wife :(

pretty wack that they gave link his normal arm back :/ I guess you could argue it got ungoopified by the shrines + the thing with Sonia and Rauru purifying dragon-zelda but it feels weird to me

I guess a counter point to that, without it we wouldn't get to parallel to the beginning with the reaching out to catch zelda. speaking of. REACHING OUT TO CATCH HER. AUGH IM NOT OK. IM NOT OK!!! literally so emotional. I thought reaching her was gonna be a cutscene but nope!! You have to dive to get to her!! makes me wonder what happens if you don't catch her.......but I would never dare experiment. that's my girl.

i am. so glad. she doesn't remember being a dragon for a billion years. hoooo that would be traumatic. I mean ya girl has trauma in spades but at least she doesn't have to deal with the memory of that part. and she was so happy that she got to see hyrule's founding!! She had her own whole adventure :) and at least a good portion of it was pleasant and filled with new friends!! good for her, good for her

post credits scene was pretty neat!! Felt nice to give mineru a little send off, not for me but for zelda. according to the stone monument things, they were pretty close and they hung out in mineru's lab a lot, so it's nice she got to have a proper goodbye to at least one of her friends from the past. And then everyone pledging to work with her to protect hyrule at the end :')

All in all I have had a STUPENDOUS time with this game, it was a fantastic sequel to a fantastic game. I'm probably gonna still play and find the rest of the sage's wills and play with the building mechanic some more, but I'll leave that for a bit later once I've had a chance to really absorb the ending!! I've got an idea for a totk PMV that I'm working on, so that might make an appearance on this blog once it's done 👀 I'm sure I'll have more thoughts later, but I think this will be my last post in this sort of style with the bullet points and such

also goodness gracious nintendo do NOT make another direct sequel these kids have gone through SO much. let zelda and link go take a nap they've earned it

[jenny-dreadful]

top of my head here’s some less-offscreen options for ways this coulda gone

-a dragon can be undragoned after 10,000 years (or whatever) by somebody who loves them. obvs this has never been achieved before now bc usually by then, everyone who once loved them is long dead

-Make Potion (silent princess and a light dragon part, plus maybe something like a diamond and sundelion + fairy-blessed), given to dragon

-questline where u petition hylia and the great bargainer to collab on this

-mineru LIEDDDD about this (ooh! why!)

cmon now

i’ve tagged it spoilers but ima say again: TOTK SPOILERS

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obviously a v excellent game that i enjoy(ed) a lot, but is this a safe space to say the end-of-game wrapup felt really rushed and contrived

[interminal]

lil art warmup for the day :)

[queenlucythevaliant]

In the moments after Eustace and his cousins stumbled back into Lucy’s guest room, he became uncomfortably aware that everything was different.

Eustace stared down at his arms and found none of the tan he had grown accustomed to seeing. His eyes felt strained and out of focus. It took him nearly a full minute to realize it was because his vision had returned to normal, as though he’d never tasted the waters of the Last Sea. A glance in the mirror on the back of the door revealed that his hair was neatly combed, not ruffled and wind-tossed. There wasn’t a freckle on his face.

Perhaps, Eustace should have been less startled by the physical transformation—after all, it wasn’t nearly as dramatic as his undragoning had been—but if anything, this time there was a greater awareness that came with it. Everything was different, his body seemed to sing.

If he had shaken himself from his private reverie a few moments sooner, perhaps Eustace would have seen the moment when Edmund and Lucy sank down onto the bed in one synchronous motion and wrapped their arms around each other. Lucy shook soundlessly as Edmund twined his fingers into her hair, but she was smiling too.

When Eustace went out of the guest room to shakily make some tea, he stepped over Lucy’s suitcase, which was piled high with light-weight dresses in bright, vibrant colors. He glanced into his own bedroom and saw the stack of books that Edmund had left piled on the dresser. I don’t really know my cousins at all, he thought.

Eustace couldn’t know, in that moment, that Edmund would be lending him favorite books for the rest of their all-too-brief lives. He couldn’t know that Lucy’s Narnian brightness would find its way into his stocking at Christmas this year, and the next, and the next. He couldn’t know that Peter and Professor Digory were waiting for him somewhere in a little study, that they’d give him stories about Narnia and words of Greek with equal enthusiasm in a week’s time.

When he returned to the spare bedroom with three cups of tea, Edmund and Lucy were still wrapped around each other like the cords of a rope. Silently, Eustace put their cups down on the end table and focused hard on feeling different.

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Harold Scrubb believed in progress the way some people believe in God. As far back as Eustace could remember, his father had always taken him along whenever he had reason to visit the train station. “Engines like these will bring us into the new world, my boy,” he would say. “Man is poised to remake the world in his own image. Those of us with the right sorts of ideas had best make certain that image is one we can live with! Progress, Eustace Clarence.”

Eustace had enjoyed looking at the train engines and figuring out how they worked. He’s liked the bustle and the mechanical sounds of the platforms. In time, he’d come to believe what Harold said about progress. Mostly, though, he’d enjoyed his father’s attention, and the feeling of being grown-up and intelligent and important.

Years later, sitting beneath the picture of the Dawn Treader in Lucy’s spare bedroom, Eustace would begin to realize that his father had been wrong. People lived in the worlds they’d been born to, and then sometimes a hand reached in from Elsewhere and brought them somewhere new. People didn’t bring themselves into new worlds. They had to be thrown into them, kicking and screaming and blustering on about the British Consulate.

He remembered being young, imagining the sort of future that Harold wanted to make and thinking how much better it would be. Now he sat beneath the picture and thought, if I made the world over in my image, the people would all be dragons.

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Edmund sent a copy of The Once and Future King to Experiment House the second week of the new term. “A place to begin, if you’d like to try our sort of books,” read the tight scrawl inside the front cover.

Eustace read it cover to cover in three nights by the light of an electric torch. When he was finished, he turned back to the front and began again. It was different from anything he could remember reading before.

It was a story about kings and knights; Eustace knew that before he cracked the spine. But it was also a story about justice, about Might and Right. When Eustace arrived at, “groping towards Right as a criterion of its own—towards justice as an abstract thing which did not lean upon power,” he underlined it three times. He could all but hear Edmund saying those words, a thoughtful smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

And there was a bright-eyed vibrancy to Guinevere that was easy to imagine in Lucy too. “An ability to be transported by the beauty of physical objects—a heart to ache or swell—a joy so joyful and a sorrow so sorrowful that oceans could lie between them”—yes, that was Lucy to a tee.

Eustace himself was a knight. He was the King’s man, standing at the ready to go where he was sent, to fight for Right. Yet when he hid the book beneath the bed, he was secretly glad not to have anyone he needed to protect just yet.

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Jill Pole was nervous and small, the sort of creature he’d been peripherally aware of since he’d begun at Experiment House, but never spoken more than a few hundred words to outside of class. Yet when he saw her crying behind the gym, Eustace was certain that in his place, Edmund or Lucy would go and check on her.

He approached her casually, danced around her prickliness, and offered her a peppermint when he couldn’t think what to say.

“Why were you so different last term?” Pole asked.

Eustace could have answered in any number of ways. His chest was tight, the way it so often became when people noticed the difference. On an impulse, he told her about Narnia.

Weeks later, lying beside a dying fire with Puddleglum snoring like a locomotive a few meters away, Eustace whispered into the darkness where he knew Pole was lying awake, “Why did you believe me so quick about this place anyhow?”

Her voice returned out of the shadows a long moment later. “Maybe I wanted to be different too. And you were so earnest… but mostly, I think I just want to be different”

“You will be.”

“I know.”

Eustace squinted towards Pole, trying to make out her silhouette. One of the embers popped, and for a moment he thought he could see her face turned towards him. Her chin was lifted, jaw firm, and she did not look nervous or slight at all. In fact, she looked almost like the same tigress he’d caught a glimpse of before, hiding in the thick grasses and following her prey with her eyes, gathering herself to strike.  

“I think you’re already different,” Eustace whispered. He didn’t know if she heard him.

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Eustace spent six weeks the next summer staying with the Pevensies, who welcomed both him and Jill into their little conspiracy nearly the moment they arrived. When he first stepped into the Pevensies’ London house, something in him relaxed and he thought, different.

The house was cluttered and ramshackle from the war, and the Pevensie siblings all moved through it as though in orbit around one another. Eustace noticed the way Peter’s gaze and Susan’s smile seemed to linger on Lucy whenever they were in a room together; how Susan rose early and brewed tea while Edmund went to bed last and put out all the lights. They teased one another, wry and funny but never really at anyone’s expense. Before long, they were teasing Eustace and Jill too.

Yet the day Eustace became convinced that these, at last, were his people was a hot, drizzly Tuesday when Peter found him standing out by the mailbox with a letter from Harold and Alberta clutched in his hand.

“Come inside,” Peter told him. “Have some of Su’s coffee, and then we’ll all see about helping you draft a response. No use standing out in the rain, is there?”

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Sometimes, in the space of a breath, Eustace would be back on the Dawn Treader and Reepicheep or Caspian would be there with him. Caspian today. “I think,” the young king said seriously, “that we’ve held your upbringing against you a little. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I know what that’s like.”

Eustace gaped for a moment, then remembered himself and muttered, “Well, I don’t—that is, I didn’t really think you were a tyrant, before.”

Caspian laughed then, all dauntlessness and youth. He’d given Eustace his sword. “It always feels heavy at first,” he advised. “Mind you, it’s my second best one!”

On maps in his classrooms, Eustace sought out the Caspian Sea. He wondered about the Telmarines, and how the name Caspian had come to exist in both Narnia’s world and Earth’s. Once, Jill’s eyes followed Eustace’s and saw where he was looking. A few minutes later, he felt a hand brush his under the desk and he unfolded a creased piece of paper that simply said, “tell me about him” in Jill’s petite letters.

Caspian had been stooped with age and despair when Eustace saw him again, but he’d come out all right in the end. A little prick of Aslan’s blood, and all that weariness had simply melted away. The king had stood straight and dauntless, young like Eustace had once known him—but he was different too.

The Caspian who had advanced on Experiment House was not only young. He had somehow been all Caspians all at once, Eustace was certain. Everything that it meant to be Caspian had somehow fit into a physical form, yet none of him felt folded or shrunken down.

It made Eustace wonder about other transformations. Dragons shed their skin, he knew. What if each time a skin was shed a truer, lovelier creature was revealed? What if the transformations went on and on until at last he arrived in Aslan’s Country like Caspian, like Reep?

What if Eustace Clarence Scrubb had even more skins to shed?

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One sweltering Sunday when he was fourteen, Eustace visited the train station with his father. They walked in a comfortable silence: the sort that they hadn’t shared since Eustace had taken up with the Pevensies four summers previous and stopped agreeing with the way his parents thought. Eustace was tall enough to look Harold clear in the eye now. They matched each other stride for long stride.

Eustace enjoyed the outing; for all that he had changed, he still enjoyed being around trains. They exchanged small talk on and off, both looking for ground to meet on. Harold bought them biscuits at one of the kiosks and Eustace said, “thank you” and smiled bright.

They brushed against their differences as they were leaving. “A new world is coming,” Harold said, nodding towards a new engine that was being advertised outside.

“Yes,” replied Eustace, “but it’s staying the same too.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I know. But Harold?”

“Yes, my boy?”

“Don’t you ever think that if we rebuilt everything the way we saw fit, it might all end up ugly?”

His father bristled. “Have you really so little confidence in your own intelligence, Eustace Clarence?”

“Have you so much confidence in your own understanding of Right?” Eustace shot back. “We all crave change, I think—we know that things aren’t the way they ought to be. But I don’t think the proper place for it to begin is out there.”

“Where then?” Harold demanded.

Cautiously, Eustace took another bite of his biscuit. “Would you really like to know?”

That afternoon, Eustace sat down at the kitchen table across from both his parents with the stack of letters he’d exchanged with his cousins, Jill, Polly, and the Professor. He told them about Narnia, start to finish: about the feeling of lion-sharp claws digging deep into dragon skin, about being the King’s man, and about being different.

By the time he got through everything, Alberta was blotting her eyes with her handkerchief. Harold exhaled shakily, then nodded.

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Eustace had long since decided that picnic lunches with Jill were worth braving the inevitable gossip in the dormitories. He’d pilfered an old whicker basket with a broken handle from Mrs. Pevensie a few years back, and he’d gotten quite accomplished at sneaking various meats, fruits, and desserts out of the dining hall beneath his coat. Jill would bring the quilt Susan had given her for her birthday the year before last, spread it out behind the gym where they’d first spoken of Narnia, and they’d sit and chat as though they were the only two people in the world.

The world was full of other people, though: vibrant Lucy and thoughtful Edmund, the Professor with his mouthfuls of Greek, and Susan with her little homemade gifts. Peter had written suggesting they all get together for dinner when the term was out. Eustace couldn’t wait.

Harold and Alberta were at home in Cambridge too, growing more and more different as time wore on. Alberta had thrown away their special underclothes last month and joined a ladies’ Bible study.

And somewhere else, another world was waiting. Not Narnia—thought it was waiting for them too—but the place with the high cliffs and the river, where Caspian had become all Caspians at once. Someday, Eustace was sure, he would get there. Someday, he would look down at his arms and be different for the very last time.  

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The last time Eustace visited a train station, he listened to the sound of the engines and thought, “there’s a new world waiting for me.”