*internally* okay here we are. Don't screw this up man, it could be good. Don't say you're a Rider just yet, that will scare her off, and you totally need this after Arya, so just for today, normal guy, no dragon best friend, no shades slayed, no kings killed, got it? good
Girl that differs from Arya only in hair lenght:
so what do you do for a living?
SAPHIRA COME AND GET ME SHE FOUND OUT
*on her way* just a day. Just a day with no dramas. Is that so much to ask?
THE ASK: “
*holds your face gently* *whispers* kyouhaba, dragon AU ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” FROM THE AMAZING @queerbatnana!!!!
THE RESPONSE: *sweats* f-four thousand words….
i apologize. thank you for the ask though!!!!! this was amazingly fun to write!!!!
thinks hard enough, he can pinpoint the moment he actually condemns the rest of
his life, and it just so happens to be the earliest memory he can remember.
A silver stone,
with an engraved golden, swirling pattern all over it, sat not too far from his
house at the edge of the village. He was small, around three or four, he can
never remember exactly. What he does remember is teetered out and picking it
The stone was
bigger than both his fists and, despite its size, it was incredibly feather-light
and pleasantly warm. He gasped and giggled at it, loving how it glinted in the sunlight and
how the ridges of gold felt underneath his wandering fingers.
It was only
when he pressed his ear to it, thinking that, like the rumors of seashells
holding the sounds of the ocean, the rock would carry the sounds of the earth,
did his little mind think it was more than a rock. Because the moment he
pressed his ear to it, its warmth climbed to a scorching heat, like putting
your hands too close to the fire and having the flames trying to lick at them.
In the same
moment, his uncle, Kiyoshi, called out to him. Kentarou dropped the rock in
shock, from the call and the warmth, and it oddly shook and rolled away to the
edge of the woods even though the land was perfectly level. Kiyoshi gathered
him up and led him back inside.
guesses now, its only fate that he grows up to be in love with the only things that
seem to be the bane of everyone else’s existence: dragons. They barely attack
the village, not anymore, not since the people fought back and they learned to
stay away from humans or else.
Instead, they fished their oceans and the smaller ones picked off the forest
game they could get to. The dragons made food besides anything they could grow
hard to come by, and many still thought they should be killed in cold blood for
making their lives miserable.
thought they were beautiful. He wandered into the woods the moment the sun
broke the horizon and emptied the traps the other villagers set out (they were
all too stupid to set traps that would kill the dragons in sight, too sadistic
that they would want to kill the beasts
themselves, so it made Kentarou’s job easier). His acts of kindness never made
the dragons less wary of him, but it certainly made them accept his help
quicker. All his efforts ever got him was a quick glance and a flurry of wings
as they fled, but it was all the same; Kyoutani couldn’t shake these creatures,
and they couldn’t shake them, not if they wanted to live.
But it started,
oddly enough, when Kentarou became aware of the streak of silver at the edge of
his vision as he released the dragons from the traps every morning.
He noticed it
once, then twice, and then it became a commonplace thing. Anytime he was in or
at the edge of the forest, he would see the blur of silver in is peripheral no
matter how hard he tried to catch a better glimpse of it. The whole thing would
have bothered him to no end if he didn’t assume it was a dragon in the first
A dragon following him around? He must be
the luckiest dragon-lover ever!
turned sixteen, Kiyoshi believed he was old enough to start helping out the
“You spend time
in tha’ damned forest often ‘nough, why not try shootin’ a lil’ game to sell in
the marketplace? And shoot summa those demons, while you’re at it! Gods know we
need less a’them!”
And that’s how
Kentarou found himself with a bow and arrow, a new knife, and a whole lot more
free time in the forest.
Truth be told,
there wasn’t much game to look out for. The dragons picked off most of the
bigger stuff, like deer, elk, even bears and coyotes, that would have brought
in a fortune large enough to carry them both for at least three months, maybe
more. All that were left were birds, rabbits, and the occasional squirrel or
chipmunk, which weren’t much but at least they were something.
His first day
hunting had him nestled flat on a boulder, scanning the area for anything that
moved with an arrow already nocked on his string. He didn’t have to glance to
the side to know the streak-of-silver dragon was near, but he couldn’t say it
wasn’t tempting. He would’ve, but he could practically feel its eyes burning
holes through him, and he didn’t want to scare it off.
It took about a
week of nothing, about a week of scouting out almost every part of the forest
he could think of that had some
promise, before he started getting a little bit of results.
He was perched
in a tree with a low enough branch when a startled rabbit dash through the
bushes. Elated, he took barely a second to draw and aim before releasing. The
arrow stuck true, latching onto the rabbit’s gut and making it topple over,
launched himself off the tree branch, sticking his landing on the leaf-buried
forest floor, and jogged over to the rabbit. When he retrieved his arrow and
wiped it on the edge of his tunic, it was only then that he spotted the
brilliant silver outline of a dragon through the trees, soaring in the opposite
direction. He blinked, stunned, before making the rabbit’s gash wider, tying
its tail to a piece of twine, and hanging it over the branch he sat on
previously. As its blood dripped down to the forest floor, staining the dead
leaves there, Kentarou let himself think about that dragon.
It was small,
if the minuscule dot of silver he saw through the trees was any indication, or
it at least had to be smaller than half the dragons he’d encountered already.
And it wasn’t only following him around now, it was… helping him? By chasing a
rabbit towards where he was for him to kill? Which meant that the dragon was a
lot more intelligent than most people. And maybe that it wanted to help him.
But that would
mean dragons had free thought, or could make decisions for themselves, or had
consciences… Dragons were a lot more complicated than he could have ever hoped
for. Were all dragons capable of this?
importantly, the dragon was a familiar shade of silver that he couldn’t quite
put his finger on.
The shade, the
glint… it all reminded him of something, but it evaded him every time he
thought about it too hard.
By the time he
shook himself out of his thoughts, the sun was already in a completely new
position in the sky, making the shadows longer and more sinister, and the
rabbit was almost completely dry. He sighed, heaving himself to his feet and
situating everything he had on his person before making the trudge back to the
home he shared with his uncle.
he grunted, handing it to a surprised Kiyoshi as he walked through the door.
got sumthin’?” Kiyoshi guffawed, looking at the rabbit incredulously. “And a
fat one, at that.”
rabbits the same size?” Kentarou asked.
here’s pretty fat. Actually surprised the devils hadn’t gotten to it yet,”
Kiyoshi noted, bringing it over to the small table they had in the middle of
the house and pulling out his knife. “Dunno if we should sell this or eat it,”
“Do what you
want with it, I guess,” Kentarou shrugged. “I’m headin’ to bed.”
bringin’ one bunny home?” Kiyoshi retorted. “You’re getting’ soft, Ken.”
“Gonna get up
early tomorrow,” Kentarou amended, not wanting his uncle to think he was lazy.
“Something tells me I’ll have better luck.”
At the crack of
dawn, Kentarou clambered out of the house and traversed into the woods once
more. The paths he’s been taking have been becoming more familiar to him lately,
almost a little more worn-down than the rest of the wilderness. He made a note
to take different paths in the future. He also took note of the pointed paw
print embedded in the a softer patch of dirt along this slightly beaten path.
Kentarou figures, smiling a little to himself as he goes and releases the
dragons from their traps.
As he figured,
the silver dragon that’s been watching over him got a lot better at helping him
out. At almost every turn there was some sort of animal scurrying by in fear. Once,
at around midday, one tree almost came crashing down to send some birds flying
from their nests. Kentarou was grateful, but was honestly kind of worried about
how far the dragon was willing to go in order to help him.
Either it being
quick thinking or reckless thinking, it didn’t matter, because Kentarou had a
He shot and
killed as many small animals as he could, which wasn’t too hard since the dragon
really had a knack for its newfound job. He dried most of them, only letting
one or two be as he cleaned his arrows and got back to picking off as many as
he could. By sunset, he had enough rabbits and chipmunks strung around his
waist to look like a nice belt. Normally, he would have gone back home to
Kiyoshi to clean out all his kills, but he found a patch of forest that still
had sun filtering through the leaves and sat down.
He took one of
the unbled rabbits and held it in his hands.
“I don’t know
why,” he spoke, looking at the rabbit but making sure his voice carried in the
wild stillness, “but you’re helping me more than I could ever ask for. Some of
this is your reward, too.” Kentaoru thought for a moment. “You could catch them
easier than I ever could, and you’re helping me instead. I don’t… understand…
but, please continue to help me!”
He threw the
rabbit as far away from himself as he could, and it landed right on the edge of
the clearing. He could feel the dragon eyeing him curiously, its gaze as sharp
as the points on his arrows, and he had to heave a sigh. So, it wasn’t going to
come out with him watching, huh? Fine, Kentarou could play along, too.
his head in his hands, making sure his eyes were completely covered, and
Time blurred when sitting in almost complete darkness, so it almost shocks Kentarou when
he hears the unmistakable sounds of leaves and tree branches shifting and
something being swallowed whole. He doesn’t move, doesn’t breath, only waits for the trees to shift again.
By the time he
opens his eyes, the sky is painted a transition from orange to blue and a
streak of silver slips away from him.
heads back to the house.
Days pass like
this, where Kentarou would return with more meat anyone in the village has seen
in one place before, although one or two less than he originally shot. The
silver dragon was getting more comfortable, slipping in to eat his offerings
nearly a second after he covered his eyes. It felt exhilarating, surreal, like
he realy couldn’t believe that it was happening himself.
into a pattern, with Kiyoshi going to the market to sell most of the meat he
cured that Kentarou brought in the previous day and with Kentarou going out to
hunt more and see if he could be closer to his dragon. It felt dangerous,
getting close to a dragon, depending on one, really, but what could he say? The
dragon was helping him and Kiyoshi get by; he wasn’t about to complain, though
he was curious why the dragon seemed so fixed on him in the first place.
About a week
after the first offering, Kentarou decided he needed to see this creature instead of glimpse it. He needed to know what this creature looked like if he couldn’t figure
out why it was doing these things. It’s not like it could talk in the first
place. He just needed to know if all of this was real, that it wasn’t some kind
of prolonged dream or a figment of his imagination.
He ended his
hunting session like he always did, finding the clearing that let in the most
sunlight and sat down. He muttered his thanks, knowing the dragon would hear
him, and threw the only rabbit he killed that day towards the edge of the
clearing. He jerked, moving to cover his eyes, but peeked through his fingers.
The dragon was
larger than him, he could tell that much as it crashed through the tree
branches that surprisingly didn’t break. As it lunged for the rabbit, its
silver and gold-patterned scales glinted in the waning sunshine.
not expecting for it to look right at him, but in the next moment, they locked
eyes, Kentarou’s molten gold meeting its light brown. He couldn’t look away,
awed by how human the expression of
surprise was as it shone behind its irises, by the way its silver wings tucked
themselves closer to its body, as the dragon tensed but its eyes shone with
reverberated through Kentarou’s mind unbidden and he gasped at the sound of
another voice, and the feeling of something else,
in his head.
eyes widened before fleeing as it came.
doesn’t dream, but that night, he did.
It started in
completely darkness. He was claustrophobic, cramped so that his every joint,
every limb, felt twisted out of proportion. He couldn’t help but try to yell
for help, but to no avail.
walls of his confinement, he felt a warmth. It was pleasant, comforting, and he
strove to get closer to it. It felt like home, felt like something he needed or couldn’t live without. He
kicked, screamed, tried everything he could to get out, and when he heard a
bubbling laughter, his efforts redoubled. The sound was high, clear, and pure,
he needed to see who made it!
Whatever was on the other side of his trap was as necessary as air, he knew, he
And then the
warmth was gone, and his trap spun over and over and over again and he
continued to fight to get out. He was frantic, he felt like he was dying without that warmth, that sound,
that beautiful, unique…
cracked under his flailing, and he felt sunshine for the first time, but it
didn’t compare to the warmth he experienced what felt like a century ago.
surroundings fell away, reconfiguring itself in a smear of crystal blue that
matched the sky perfectly. He left weightless, with his stomach left down on
earth as he moved through the sky as easily as if he was slipping into water.
disassembled once more, and instead he found himself perched in a tree, looking
down at the forest floor at… himself.
He woke up with
a shock, heaving every breath like it was going to be his last. He ran his
hands through his hair, down his face and his chest, feeling that he was in his body and in his house and inreality.
He was shaking, uneasy, and would have curled under his thin blanket once more
if Kiyoshi wasn’t knocking on the walls to wake him up.
That day, there
were no streaks of brilliant silver in the corners of his eyes and no abundance
of animals to shoot at. It was almost as if the forest had been cleared off
entirely; the trees, themselves, were so still the whole forest felt like it
He did, though
manage to shoot one small bird as it flitted away from where he was. It was a
lucky shot, he would admit that much to himself. At the end of the day, he sat
in the same clearing, murmured a thanks, and threw the bird. When he closed his
eyes dutifully, there was no rustling, no movement, and, like the rest of the
day had already confirmed, no feeling of dragon’s eyes seeing right through
ou’ there?” Kiyoshi asked gruffly as he walked into the house with nothing.
cleared my regular hunting ground,” Kentarou reasoned, knowing that was more
than a lie and hoping his uncle wouldn’t catch on. “I’ll start looking at
different places tomorrow.”
“Damn, boy, I
never thought you were the jumpy type,” Kiyoshi chastised, confused by the way
Kentarou jerked in response to his question. “You’re ou’ in those damned woods
all the time, I thought ya would’ve seen one o’ them devils and killed it by
buggin’ anyone.” Kiyoshi laughed. “Well, they’re not bugging me. I don’t have to kill them-”
reason you’re ou’ there in the firs’ place!” Kiyoshi erupted. “You think you
would be hunting every day if it weren’t for those damned beasts? They take our
food! They make us sick with their shit and piss all over the place!”
their fault,” Kentarou replied, and when he heard Kiyoshi suck in a breath to
refute him, “I’m not arguing about this. I’ll stir the stew we had left over
And that was
The next day,
Kentarou trekked deeper into the woods after setting free all the traps he saw
along the way. The dragons still scattered away just as fast as they usually
did, but for some reason their eyes lingered on him more than they would’ve.
Unnerved, but not greatly so, he moved on, but he still didn’t see silver
whenever he moved and his mind kept wandering towards the thought of the silver
beautiful, no doubt about it. He’d never seen any dragon colored like that
before, it was so unique, and yet, how did the whole thing feel so familiar to
resurfaced so harshly, it made Kentarou freeze.
The rock he
found when he was little. The dream of being trapped, the dream of flying, the
dream of seeing himself…
That was no
rock. It was an egg.
out, human?” someone seethed behind him, and before another word could be
spoken, Kentarou swung around, an arrows already nocked, to look at the person
taller than him, Kentarou noticed bitterly, and paler. The only thing they were
wearing was something that looked like a skirt made entirely out of animal
first time you ever pointed that at me,” they said, a little less of a sneer in
their voice. “Put it away.”
“Who are you?”
guessed? You seemed like you had it all figured out a moment ago. Put it away.”
turned harsh, and when Kentarou finally let himself look, he realized that their eyes were the same light brown, and
their hair was the same brilliant silver with streaks of gold. He lowered his
bow arm and put away the arrow. To say they were beautiful was an
dragon,” Kentarou stated simply, looking at him in awe. “How…”
“Am I like
this?” they questioned, stalking towards him with a sardonic smile twisting his
thin lips. “You made me like this.”
“You were the
one that hatched me,” they stated simply, poking his chest with a finger that
had a sharp enough nail to do some serious damage. “I was connected to you, I became able to take on your form at will, I listened to every
thought in your head, learned your language… and oh, learned that
being connected to a human is pitiful.”
“Well, if you
hate me so much,” Kentarou snarled, slapping the other’s hand away from him,
“why were you helping me all this time? Why were you following me? Why did all
of this happen-?”
“Do you think I
had a choice?” they snapped, taking a step away and running a hand through his
hair. Kentarou noted it was a very human
thing to do, for a dragon. “We’re connected. It doesn’t matter what I think.
I’m drawn into you like flies on a rotting carcass.”
“Shut up,” they
replied. “You’re pretty pissed about this entire thing, but it could be a lot
worse. You could be paired with my uncle or someone else in the village that
hates everything about dragons. They’d rather see your head on a stick than
have a conversation.”
think I know that?” they said. “Fate has some tricky plans, pairing me with a
“You mean I
can’t get rid of you?” Ketarou said, grimacing dramatically.
“Why would you?
You think I’m beautiful.”
that when you saw me human, too.”
“Why can’t I
hear your thoughts?”
subject so soon?” they mocked, giving him a grin. “I’m connected to you, so I
can hear everything. You’re not, so it doesn’t work both ways.”
you were unaware of our connection until moments prior.”
saying with more time-?”
questions,” they said, sighing heavily.
Kentarou asked hopefully. “I don’t know what I should call you.”
“It was the
name you always wanted for something.”
“Like a dog or
a little sibling, maybe! Not a…”
“You only asked
for one more question,” they, Shigeru, Kentarou guesses, said shortly. “We need
sustenance, don’t we?”
farther into the woods and Kentarou settled into a spot. Shigeru disappeared
through a thicket of trees, and not a second later, the silver dragon appeared
and perched itself high in the trees. He was still beautiful, Kentarou thought,
hoping Shigeru could hear him, but this was a different kind of beauty. It was
“You’re not bad, yourself,” he heard
clearly at the back of his head. To him, the admission almost sounded
reluctant. A smile tugged its way across his face just as the first chipmunk
scampered down a tree and past him.
“I could bring
you cooked meat, if you want,” Kentarou offered, watching almost uncomfortably
now as Shigeru swallowed some of his kills whole. A second later, with a slight
pop, Shigeru stood in front of him and gave him a confused look.
works fine,” he said it with a shrug, but Kentarou would be lying if he didn’t
hear a hint of curiosity in his voice.
human too, right? It doesn’t sit right with me to only let you eat raw meat.”
So, Kentarou felt embarrassed for being grossed out by the whole thing, but he
thought he had a point. What if Shigeru made himself sick?
“I’m sure I’ll
be fine, but do as you wish,” Shigeru replied. “I’m just surprised you even
care that much.”
“What do you
takes longer than this for Lifemates to be so invested,” Shigeru said offhandishly.
Kentarou gave him a confused look, which made him sigh. “Mothers are supposed
to hatch their eggs, but when they don’t, whoever or whatever does becomes the
dragon’s Lifemate. It’s just an unbreakable bond between the two and has
different effects for different pairs. I’ve known for longer, and since your
thoughts accompanied mine throughout my life, I’m more invested than you are.
However, your obvious concern hints that the bond is growing.”
thought about it for a second, before smiling deviously. “You make this sound
like a relationship.”
“Don’t twist my
words,” Shigeru scoffed.
“I’m more invested than you are, we have a bond, it sounds like we’re a
couple,” Kentarou couldn’t help but laugh at the notion. Shigeru soured.
pairs tend to be so, yes,” he replied quietly.
pulled Kentarou up short. “Is it a guaranteed thing?”
usually strengthens until the two become inseparable. It is usually the next
because I can already tell you’re in love with me,” Kentarou muttered.
“I am no such
everything about me, I’m assuming, you helped me hunt, you’re leading me though
this whole thing right now, plus…”
almost hurt when you said that I wasn’t as invested as you were.” Kentarou and
Shigeru stared at each other, the awkward tension palpable, before Shigeru
“It’s late. You
should be back already.”
“Will you be
“Don’t try to
fake anymore concern.”
“I’m not faking
“Then I can already
tell that you’re in love with me, too.”
arctic got me thinking about lore as the the new anniversary update…
Just imagine if they had a confirmed shade chapter, with shade-touched coli enemies that had a chance to drop baldwin reagents or… something. end-level apparel item to turn a dragons eyes jet black. whole-comminity events like maybe exalting x dragons before the shade countdown or killing x coli mobs, a shade faction on the dom board that is stronger than beastclans and if it places, no flights get dom rewards. a gene that uses black the way piebald uses white with implied shade stuff. more beastclan lore as the tribes band together because the fucking dragons keep fucking everything up oh my god theyre such useless lizards. staff hinting at some kind of harbinger whose warning we should have heeded, but never outright saying ‘naomi’.
PARENT WHAT ARE SOME GOOD BOOKS/SERIES BC I'VE READ THE BARTIMAEUS TRILOGY, ARTEMIS FOWL, AND THE RAVEN BOYS AND NOW IT'S SUMMER AND I NEED BOOKS PLS HELP ME
DONT WORRY FRAND I GOT UR BACK…i need to read more books too sobs
1. LOCKWOOD AND CO also by stroud! cannot recommend enough you will fall in love with strouds writing and world all over again. its about kids who are ghost hunting agents! if you are a major scaredy cat like i am, its manageable spooky!
2. SHADES: THE DRAGON AND THE FIRE by @atlasshadesart ! this book is about a girl who finds herself in a dystopia she didnt even know existed. its rly rly good i promise!! dragons and futuristic stuff and eMOTIONS
3. read artemis fowl again
4. and easy to read action series is alex rider, its a bit predictable but i liked it!
5. THE ASCENDANCE TRILOGY !! please read these books they deserve more love and i never even post about them!! i need to reread them. its a fantasy setting with knights and kingdoms and missing princes - the first one is called the false prince. the author lady has another series out as well that i really need to read.
6. the inheritance cycle! its about a 16yr old farm dude named eragon (also first book is called this) who finds a baby dragon and ends up doing the whole save the world thing! its another fantasy setting with a main hero on god mode, but the characters and world are really fun and i loved these books more than anything in middle school akdjjkf
7. anything by roald dahl. like yeah he writes kids books, but his books are so gentle and warming and fun and good, especially if youre in between series/want something light to read after a heart breaker (ptols gate cough cough)
8. if u have not read percy jackson, do it!!! DO IT do it do it do it you dont need a synopsis just trust me
9. a series i have yet to read - miss peregrines home! my friend read them and fell in love and i cant wait to read them!!
10. six of crows - another series i have yet to read, but everyone who ive watched going thru the books have said it instantly made it to their favs list!
11. a series i read in middle school that left me going What the ever loving Fuck. but its a long series and a fun read called The last dragon chronicles! the first book is about squirrels…then its about tiny dragons and witches, and then unicorns, and then polar bears, and then phoenixes in the future?? and gargoyles? and the apocalypse ..? i only read it once without examination so its probably about alternate universes or some deep shit.
12. more colfer books if youre hankering for his writing style - Airman, a standalone and very entertaining irish adventure with steampunkish elements and happy heartaches. also his WARPED series - i read the first book and really liked it but got sidetracked! i need to restart it
13. if youve never read this “flavour” of odd writing, flex your taste by reading The hitchhikers guide series. my gosh, is it fun and fast paced and interesting. cool characters and concepts, it really makes you appreciate the art of writing! its about spacey stuff but not like star wars or anything, its its own genre.
also i like how u called me parent lol ty child o mine ♥ good luck!!
Hi! I love love love all your zosan fics, like devil wears nada murders me every single time I read it (and Ive reread it ALOT) I honestly love your Sanji so much it burns. I was wondering if you think you'll participate in zosan month at all? Just out of curiosity.
probably not, i’m low on time and motivation lately, sorry. but I’m so glad that you like nada (that’s something I HAVE been working on lately, I’m happy to say!)