𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 .

[savagry]

# 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙶𝚁𝚈 .       𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝙸𝚂   𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴   .    a private and selective roleplay blog for the intoner zero from 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝟯 ／ 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴-𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝟯, written by lili. writing with mutuals only, 18+ only. dark and triggering themes abound, crossover ／ au friendly. please read rules below before proceeding.

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mun: lili, 26 years old, she ／ her. likes coffee a little too much. abysmal sleeping schedule. chronically ill. please have no expectations of me being consistently active. og drakengard 3 ／ nier rpc writer, formerly wrote two under the url hatestragedies !

i don’t own drakengard ／ dod or nier, i don’t own zero, how i write her is how i write her.

i won’t interact with writers who are minors.

you don't need to be familiar with nier or drakengard, i can fit zero into almost any canon and i love making au's to fit her into your muse's world or to meet in the middle somewhere.

i’m down to write a lot of stuff and explore fleshing out all sorts of different types of bonds + relationships for zero, whether that be decided from the start of plotting or by feeling stuff out through threads. duplicates of a character will always be handled differently from one another.

stuff that’s ought to be tagged will be tagged. if you need me to tag something for you, gimme a ping. i’ll never write rape, incest, pedophilia, etc. i have no desire to write any smut. sexual themes are likely to be mentioned considering zero’s sexual libido from her condition as an intoner and her former occupation as an enslaved sex worker. the world of drakengard is extremely dark, even more dark than nier (which it precedes), so please bear in mind that a lot of disturbing themes regarding death, (mass) murder, religion, and a bunch of other triggering themes are within the realm of dod. a google search will make it obvious what else dod entails.

please understand that in-character actions, thoughts, and feelings do not reflect my own thoughts or feelings, and please do not project your feelings about zero towards me (the writer), use your muse to enact your own desires towards my muse, or cross any boundaries with me beyond platonic. no weirdness, please. even if we’re okay with shipping our muses, i have a serious line between what’s in-character and what’s out-of-character, and i will never place my personal investment to that degree. shipping our muses is only between the characters. this may sound just like common sense, and i’m sure plenty of you decent folk are just here for the enjoyment of collaborative imaginary writing as i am, but personal experiences make it necessary for me to explicitly state this.

i do not  base my characterization for zero off of how zero is portrayed through the official western localization of the game, and instead on how uchida maaya portrays her. i’m in the camp that the eng localization made tweaks to her that don’t translate well to the source, like making her vulgar and spewing curses in every sentence. i understand and respect if that’s how people enjoy her, but i disagree with the liberties taken in framing her differently, though i am certainly a fan of tara platt!

zero is very problematic, i don’t intend to sanitize it. however, that doesn’t make it impossible for her to be soft or have good things. she is not familiar with it, in giving or receiving, and her affections are often hidden after a life of being taken advantage of and exploited, and in turn, doing wrong against others for what she considers best for her survival. she has the self-awareness to do better but generally has the lack of care to change. given her mission in the story, it’s understandable since by no means is zero a good person or a hero, but she is most definitely not in any realm of black and white “evil”. do with that what you will.

don't steal my shit. everything i've made on my blog thus far is all made by me, gift edits from a friend, or commissioned for this blog, as referenced at the very bottom of my page.

i’m super crossover friendly, i’m down for oc’s, and i love writing with castmates. i will not be interacting with duplicates.

i do use icons and a lil bit of fancy formatting in my writing but you don’t have to, i don’t really care. i’ll turn replies to an ask into a separate post though.

due to chronic illness, work, and other life circumstances, my well-being takes precedence over my hobby. please understand that as i extend the same courtesy to you! i will be putting up announcements if i'll be on low activity, so as to not raise expectations too high of fast replies. i'm always happy to chat in im or dm, or to plot, but writing takes more spoons. never hesitate to ping me for inquiries, plot discussions, dynamic stuffs.

CREDIT TO @poetryrph for my header banner and pinned banner, @remgfx for post dividers, blog icon, and head banner, @floragfx for my blog theme, icon psd, pinned divider, post dividers, and promo.

[kingsglaivus]

[crimebrand]

       ❝ IT IS VERY LIKE ME, TO ABANDON THE BORING. ❞  

 shrrrrkk [...] shrrk. a slow, gliding scrape — metal sharpens itself on metal, drawing out a horrid, aching sound pulled thin as sinew. three's languid gaze is fixed on her scissors, watching the gleam of the metal and the way flecks of gore fall away. her words are such that they can only be in response to her sister, but she speaks as though to herself. ❝ making them is more fun ... these toys ... they don't last long when you play with them. ❞

           ... shhhrrrrrrk.

her scissors grind into silence, and her line of sight finally lifts to settle evenly on the eldest. the distance between them is not insignificant, but three's voice barely carries as though whispering in her sister's ear. ❝ ⸺ but you are not here to play with me ... are you, zero ? ❞

[savagry]

   " play ? no. " 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, the dragon's tooth blade oscillates its weight in contrast with the levity of her words   ―  heavy-handed and harsh, a reflection of her temperament. rose meets violet. pastel belies poison, then words that bludgeon from a mere sigh: " i'm going to kill you. " that would never change. " but, before that . . . " the turning sword in her hand stops spinning. " there's something i want to know. about you. "

[savagry]

i can be normal about this . I CAN BE NORMAL

[popcultureoverdosed]

Drakengard 3 Storyside Novel Archive

With Accord's Library getting shut down a few months ago, a large amount of Yoko Taro content has unfortunately become lost media. Thankfully, I managed to to download the drakengard 3 novel translation while I had the chance. Here's a link to the Google docs that has all the text for your reading pleasure. I have to say I'm disappointed that nobody in the community archived the site. There was so much valuable info there.

Drakengard 3 prologue

You've heard the stories, haven't you? Although, it’s been quite some time since a single soul dared utter the word “Intoner”... You don’t r

Drakengard chapter 1

Looking out over the ocean had never stirred any feelings inside her, not even once. The ocean, whose beauty poets had struggled to put int

Drakengard chapter 2

The only thing she dreamt of was falling. Having woken up screaming in the dead of night, Four buried her face into her pillow with a sigh.

Drakengard 3 chapter 3

< 1 > Since long ago, demons have dwelled in the forest. Therefore, people should not try to live there. Such was written in a book that sh

Drakengard 3 chapter 4

< 1 > This is where it will end. When he heard those words from his sister, he looked around the cathedral, seized by some kind of strange

[savagry]

in the middle of moving still, so no pc right now, but slowly getting to my plotting call im’s ! hoping to also establish a verse page soon, to which i will confirm there will be plenty of variations for a neutral “ zero was banished to your muse’s world after ending d ” au, modern au’s, final fantasy au, baldur’s gate au, resident evil au, marvel / dc au, etc.

[kingsglaivus]

[savagry]

like this post if you want to plot for some interactions between zero and your muse ! !

[lashhers]

hi loves ! will be resuming my normal activity soon. following my work accident and subsequent injury, things at work just tanked my mental so i needed a break to focus on some other things. thank you for your patience, the new follows, and i hope to write with you all very soon <3

[lashhers]

in addition, i'm also moving at the end of this month! i'm in the middle of applying for new employment and getting ready to pack while working at my current job, please understand this is a big irl priority. my im's + discord dm's are always open for plotting, but i'll be slow on the thread front.

[savagry]

zero loves mikhail so much. so, so much. he doesn’t know that, or even how much. she doesn’t even know how much. he’s her child, a precious piece of one of the only important people in the world to her. he is also her undoing, her death, and it’s exactly what she wants. she makes it her mission to protect him until she can tell him her final wish — to kill her, because he will be the only one who can once she accomplishes her objective of ridding the world of the other intoners. and it’s a cruel thing to put on the shoulders of a being who’s still just a child, especially given the lifespan of a dragon, but it’s something she asks him to do because it’s to secure the safety of a world he would have a chance to have a future in. she can’t even properly tell him or show him her own affection, whether to steel her mind and heart entirely to the mission, or because her own experiences of being “parented” were nothing but exploitation and abuse, but in her heart zero carries nothing but the determination of keeping mikhail safe. and that’s her love.

[savagry]

holy shit , she ,,,,

[nekoshige]

康（やす） さん

[savagry]

@crimebrand, three . 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 .     /     𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !

   " bored of your toys already ? how unlike you. "

   her grasp on her blade is white-knuckled, body held taut like she's primed at any moment's notice to set sail across the forest floor; an unholy arrow taking flight, crosshairs set on this machine of porcelain and silk, where the supple, pretty flesh is farce and her heart beats slow and black-blooded. the sword is not her only weapon, just as three's scissors aren't her only tool for creation or carnage. moss crushed underfoot, zero's eye bore its bullseye almost bored but the maw of the maiden curls wolfish.   more beast at heart than beauty.

[savagry]

it's still amusing that the series points out a few times that zero doesn't at all consider the other intoners her sisters, but instead she thinks she should've been regarded as their mother instead. but i think that the " sister " angle does make sense when you consider that zero is their only peer in power and species, and even if they originate from her and took a portion of the black flower's power, they are her, or at least their origins come from her own psyche and experiences, so innately why would they call her " mother " considering that ?

[lucifersresources]

RØRY // restoration rp meme. edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

if pain could talk, what would it say.

why aren't you listening to me?

i got a story.

the tremor in your bones? that's me.

won't be very good if you ignore me.

i tried whispering, but you ain't fucking listening.

you didn't give me a choice.

you should've heard me out.

i'm screaming, but for some reason you still don't believe it.

you can't drink me or drug me or fuck me away.

i ain't ever fucking leaving.

i'm here to stay.

i'm not going anywhere.

i'm not going anywhere until you look me in the face.

when you find someone to love, i won't let you trust it.

build a life you love: watch me destruct it.

together forever baby, that's you and i.

sorry, i just had to get your attention.

if you'll have me, i'll be your greatest protection.

this is the start of your story.

in the bible.

you didn't see me coming, did you?

i hit rock bottom.

my demons, can't stop 'em alone.

i learned my lessons.

turned my curse to my blessings.

i ain't lived a righteous life.

just an addict on their knees with their face towards the light.

everything you lost will be restored.

everything you lost is still yours.

when the light is gone & you're barely holding on, everything you lost will be restored.

i was drinking everyday to numb the depression.

i don't need to be told that i could live forever, i just needed a little bit of hope.

i just needed a little bit of hope.

i don't need to be told that i could live forever.

i just needed a little bit of hope, you know, that maybe things could get better one day.

things could get better one day.

i know that hell's real, i lived there for twenty years.

i know that heaven's real too, it's right here.

i know that hell's real, i lived there for twenty years; i know that heaven's real too, it's right here.

not broken, not hopeless.

you're meant for something more.

you will be restored.

WOLVES.

you told me i would forget you.

if you could see my now...

there's a bullet in my chest in the space you left.

hope you don't hold it against me.

hope you don't hold it against me, these things that i've done.

time is coming, can't outrun it.

all the things i never said, the things that i can't forget.

gonna bring you back to life.

take my soul, take my bones.

i hope you know i'd throw myself to the wolves.

i'd fight god if i could.

i'd get high, wreck my life, for a second of your time.

i hope you know i'd throw myself to the wolves to bring you home.

i'm in an ocean of anger & that's how i'll drown.

missing you is the anchor that's dragging me down.

now i'm screaming, begging jesus in my head, take me instead.

hold on.

i'll use you as a warning sign.

i miss you more than i thought i would.

not got the strength to hold on.

all i got is this wasted potential.

i'm sorry, i'm leaving.

you don't know me, but i swear i know you.

all of the things that you've been through, well i've been through them too.

i know every battle that you fought and lost in your head.

i've seen you become someone else.

you got a future with things that you do.

you gotta promise me you'll never give up.

you ain't fighting for you, you're fighting for us.

i broke the heart of somebody who was just trying to love me.

she was screaming, i was leaving, so detached from my feelings.

i've been lied to by everyone, but i can't be by you.

there's a family pattern, a reason it happened.

you were only a kid when they did what they did.

you weren't protected.

it made you feel like you don't matter.

it made you feel like you don't matter, but it ain't true.

re-enacting patterns of attachment, ain't your fault that it happened.

ain't your fault that it happened.

you gotta promise me you'll hold on.

BLOSSOM.

you buried me alive, you left me there to die.

you buried me alive, you left me there to die, now you're gonna watch me breaking through the dirt.

a death becomes a birth.

you're gonna watch me blossom.

there are dark places here.

do not be afraid, for salvation is near.

you took everyone i ever loved.

you took everything i needed.

it was you that had me by the throat, i was barely breathing.

you thought that i was gonna choke.

i'm still here.

i'm six feet down and screaming.

i will feed, i will wait.

bury me & i'll bloom.

i'll tower over your lives.

bury me & watch me bloom.

sherlock holmes.

is it trauma, did childhood play a part?

is this just who you are?

maybe i'd find the answers.

i've been through the evidence, but i can't make sense of this.

i can't make sense of this.

i need to know how you don't miss me.

i'm sherlock holmes & you're the greatest fucking mystery.

you were threatening violence when i heard from you.

this deafening silence is my only clue.

you will see me fighting but you won't call it brave.

you'll call me the problem child so you can walk away.

i know you were broken & that's why you broke me.

we repeat the patterns that we're just too blind to see.

i won't have kids, won't pass it on.

this rage won't live after i'm gone.

i'll fight myself at every turn, i'll build a stake let myself burn.

one drink away.

i'm happy & sober.

but what if i told you i'm only one drink away from 2am mistakes.

thank god i changed.

i got somebody waiting on me.

i got somebody waiting on me & i haven't ruined it yet.

i've been going to meetings, i've been keeping it clean.

i've been waking up scared i got high, but it was only a dream.

i thought it was over.

people change.

i walk with my head held high now & i call that grace.

who knew a wreck like me could be saved?

MORALITY $UICIDE.

i think that maybe there's a problem on this planet.

when did war become our universal language?

there's profit in disaster.

you took your faith & you burned it alive.

who cares who lives when you've already died?

they're up in arms when someone's son becomes their daughter.

i'm tired of this torture.

i'm tired of the lies.

this ain't democracy.

this ain't democracy, this is hypocrisy, this is atrocity.

SORRY I'M LATE.

let me tell you a story.

they tell you it's over, they write you off as if you're nothing.

you know you're something.

i know it's hard not to feel bitter.

i know it's hard not to feel bitter that it took you longer.

but all of the shit you've been through only made you stronger.

it made you stronger.

sorry i'm late.

sorry i'm late, i fucked my life.

been busy trying to stay alive.

sorry i'm late, just fucked some guy.

did i let my whole life pass me by, or am i right on fucking time?

am i right on fucking time?

i'll make you a promise.

when you think it's over & you think you lost it, it's still right here if you want it.

are you ready?

are you ready to stop waiting for someone to change it?

are you ready to stop waiting for someone to change it, to come back for your life & be the one that saves it: you're the one that saves it.

you're the one that saves it.

the atheist.

you turned an atheist into a prayer.

you turned a patriot into a traitor.

you turned the person that love you the most into a goodbye on a handwritten note.

i can't wait for you.

this is me letting you go.

this is me letting you go, rip you out of my bones.

leaving you out in the cold with everything that you broke.

you turned a family home into a crater.

you turned your own flesh & blood to a stranger.

the words that i wish you spoke turn into glass in the back of my throat.

i can't pray for you.

this is me letting you go, tear you out of my soul.

i woke up with this voice inside my head & it said 'everything you lost will be restored'.

was it a delusion?

i clung onto it as if it was truth, like some kind of life raft.

things started changing.

so much joy came back into my life.

i don't know whether it was some kind of prophecy, or some kind of delusion that became truth simply because i believed it.

maybe that's what faith is.

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[xercisarchive]

“My mother shouldn’t be singled out as a bad person. Only a handful of kids were lucky enough to have warm food and a bed. Unless you were born into some fancy noble household, you could kiss any hope of a life like that goodbye. You wondered why the hell you were born, grew up knowing you were a thorn in the world’s side, turned into a shitty adult, and then unwittingly wound up with a bun in the oven. That was it for most women. My mother did nothing more than raise me the best way she knew.“